Pua, it’s something that I’m not entirely sure I have an answer for. Maybe it’s because I am tall (6' and was probably 5'10 by the end of 6th grade). Maybe it’s because they sensed that even though I was trying hard to fit into conventional society at that stage and to be very agreeable, that I really wasn’t that underneath and this felt threatening somehow. The person I am now is absolutely the kind of woman who was routinely burnt at the stake, and such. I’ve learned how to uncover and cultivate my feminine power and that’s terrifying to a certain kind of man. 🐍
And I literally can count on one hand and name the number of girls who have been mean to me — which I realize isn’t probably typical. Most women quite like me and it’s always been like that, so it’s not that I’m overbearing or unacceptable in some more across the board way — only to males. Even back when I was being super agreeable, super low maintenance, easy going, etc.
The bulk of my bad experiences with mean boys was in school and college, although a bit in summer jobs, etc. The adult work world was definitely much better, but I also think by that time I’d given up trying to be agreeable in the face of all of that, and was presenting a more formidable front. It’s definitely one of the joys of middle age to no longer give a rat’s ass about trying to fit in to someone else’s idea of who I should be!