Girl, Interrupted

Sometimes we have to unfortunately find ourselves having conversations with girls. They're whiny, inept, talk about meaningless things and more often than not interruptive. And I am guilty of all those things, unfortunately even the last one, although not as bad as some.
If you're a guy, you put up with the bullshit all because you have the chance of getting laid, but us girls when listening to our own kind, we have nothing to gain but useless information and striking boredom.
Now naturally, all girls arent this way and I attempt to weed out the annoying ones, dramatic ones, and attention needy ones, which doesnt leave many, but it leaves me with the girls I have for friends now, who are amazing none the less...come on Caitlin Burch, greatest girl alive. However, I still prefer the company of boys over girls. No offense ladies.
It isn't the trite things girls like to talk about that bothers me, most of the time I'll have a lot to contribute in a useless conversation, but it is the inability to wait your turn to speak, that many girls lack.
Scenario: I'll be telling a story of how last weekend I was climbing this mountain, ran into this hot park ranger and we got it done in the bushes, but before I can even get to the part about meeting HottiemcRanger, some other girl has jumped in already saying, "Yea one time I went hiking and I fell down and"...and at this point I have zoned out and stopped listening. If you're unwilling to listen to what I have to say, then I am unwilling to listen to your less important story.
We all went to kindergarden and we all learned how to raise our hand and wait our turn to speak. Now, I'm not asking someone to raise their hand when they want to interject or even question when to say something, I'm just saying, let me get to a good point in my story, where you can ask a question or contribute something knowledgable. Don't jump into my rant, story, whatever, and contribute something about yourself. Because more often than not, their story lasts twice as long as yours, doesn't appeal to you, and by the time they are done, you've forgotten what you were talking about and so has everyone else.
Wait your turn bitches, the story you have to tell about how you burned some of your hair when you were straightening it can certainly wait.