Like wolves searching for prey to feed their young, women examine one another. From split ends to crusty heels to every chipped nail in between, they note. They sniff the brand of perfume and cosmetics for each other's value. And then the dance begins. Sisterhood is hung out on the line. This orchestrated display amuses me to say the least. Women derive some form of warped pleasure from the sport. And lurking in the background is some salivating male waiting to partake of the spoils.