I had a meeting earlier this week with a woman who can best be described as a mean girl. She most surely was the type of girl who grew up pretty and a brat. I knew this type of girl, all too well, when I was growing up. If she needed something from you, she was a true friend, but she would instantly turn into an enemy if you were in her way. All along, the mean girl used her looks to get ahead. As the aging mean girl sat across the table from me, I could see that her mean girls days would be drawing to a close.