Dreams Can Come True; But They Sometimes Need Help
{Originally posted on Mid-Century Modern Moms}
Once upon a time, there was a little boy with a dream.
He dreamed of love. A romantic love, in fact. Of love that transcended the ages.
He knew that his dream was not really all that realistic. It was a dream, after all.
But he continued to hope that one day he would meet the one person in the world who was absolutely perfect for him.
The one person who would understand his dark moments.
The one person who would understand his sense of humor.
The one person who would be the yin to his yang.
The one person who would love him back with the same intensity.
The one person who was meant just for him.
There were many dark years as the little boy grew up. Many years when he thought that one person didn’t really exist.
Many false starts. Many times when he thought … maybe? This time? Is this the one?
And many times when his heart was broken. Not just broken, but smashed to little pieces by a person who turned out to be much less than he thought.
Until now.
The little boy is a week from his 25th birthday. Almost a year ago, that elusive “person” he was seeking appeared.
And he knows love.
Newsflash: the sexual revolution is not complete
Originally posted on Bitch Ph.D.
So here is the biggest, most annoying problem with having a feminist marriage:
No matter what you and your partner have agreed on, other people will cling to their antiquated notions.
It’s the biggest evidence to me that marriage is not just a
contract between two people; it’s also a kind of social contact (for
better or for worse). Like, if you and your partner decide to reverse
conventional gender roles–you work the day job, he stays home with
kids and kitchen–and you are perfectly happy with this arrangement
(ok, reasonably happy). Lovely! You win! You and your partner have done
all the hard work necessary in arriving at this decision, you have had
principled discussions about division of labor, you have made sure that
neither one of you is feeling coerced, that this is how you both want
it to be, blah blah blah and now you can sit back and enjoy your
domestic life. WRONG. Because now you have to deal with constantly
explaining to everyone around you that, “no, this really is what we both
want, no, I am not an emasculating bitch, actually this was his idea,
no really you can ask him, no, he isn’t doing it “for” me, no, we’re
not doing this to “prove” something, really, we are doing this because
it works for both of us, individually and as a couple.”
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