“We prostrate ourselves at love’s portals, anxious for entry, like social strivers waiting at the ropeline outside some exclusive club hoping to gain admission to its plushy chambers, thereby confirming our essential worth and making us interesting to ourselves.” — Laura Kipnis, Against Love (2003)
Autonomous says: Cats and books don’t grunt or snore.
“It’s taken me years to understand that solitude is the amniotic fluid necessary to nurture creativity, and that my need to be alone is not simply an aberration. I’ve become used to living on my own terms. Even alone, I’m not alone.” –Mindy Lewis, Life Inside.
As soon as I met a man, he would ask me how come I had never been married–in other words–’Prove that you’re not a freak.’ I was always tempted to say I had spent my entire adult life in an insane asylum but, now that I was out, I would start looking.” (Novelist Rona Jaffe, as quoted by Marie Edwards and Eleanor Hoover in The Challenge of Being Single, 17-18)
Singlutionary says: this makes me think of that Dinosaur show from the 80s or 90s where the dad dinosaur came home everyday with his lunchbox and said “Honey, I’m Home!” Uhhhh. I couldn’t be him or his wife, waiting for him all day to hug and kiss him while he comes in the door. Maybe that works for Dinosaurs, but not for me!
Singlutionary says: I honestly think he might be better off reading Onely than watching women suck men’s nuts online.
Lauri says: It’s always been my dream to get on the bachelor, be selected and then turn the guy down. Unfortunately, my breasts aren’t big enough to see this through.
Lori says: And what mother has nails like that with tiny fragile newborn(s) in the home? . . .She IS somewhat monstrous. Breeding eight babies at once? She’s a woman, not a cat.
Singlutionary says: It would all be so simple if I could just accept the status quo on all fronts. I’m sure I’d get some rockin’ wedding presents including maybe *gasp* a yacht? Plus diamonds are forever/a-girls-best-friend. Unfortunately, my best friend is a dog. And I’m against diamond mining.
lori says: CC- your experience reminds me of the old riddle about the young boy who is taken to the emergency room. The doctor on duty says “I can’t treat him, he’s my son,” but the doctor is not the father. Who is the doctor? Our brains are so conditioned to ancient traditionally held roles, that often we don’t automatically assume that the treating physician was the boy’s mother. It will take some time before we adjust to the relative parity achieved, on both sides.
Just as it will take a long time, if ever, for people to stop automatically assuming that a single person is a miserable social recluse, a commitment-phobe, or really deep-down are desperately longing to get married and have babies and get divorced like normal people.