Give it a rest, girls.
I like what Pompey Paul said earlier. You need dosh to fly, so need to have been successful to acquire the dosh, put all these middle aged egos together in a committee, and there you have a flying club! ....and regular backstabbing, gossip, conspiracy, toys thrown out of the pram. walking off in a huff....and that's just the boys!
I remember the scene in the film "The Russians are coming, the Russians are coming!"
where all the men are fighting each other as to who will command the "Glocester Island" volunteers - all armed with a variety of hoes, rakes, shotguns, deer rifles, against a Russian Sub in the harbour armed with a very large piece of ordinance....
And in despair, the Deputy Sheriff tears his hair and says
"Why can't everybody just get along?"
(because we actually enjoy slagging each other off!)