In any social group of women, there is often one member whom the others dislike, not because she has done anything wrong or caused offense but simply for her inability to camouflage her weakness. If she is lonely and makes her loneliness known, that will be a mark against her; if she is afraid of rejection and does not hide it, then that fear will be fortified by experience, for she will be rejected again and again. Her friends may speak reassuring words to her for a time. But then, after a while, one of the friends says something to another: Have you noticed that she always — ? It seems to me that she —  I don’t understand why she doesn’t —  and then it’s all over for her.