I was talking to a friend today.
She’s younger than me.
We were discussing how the world expects women to be,
how women become convinced to perform,
to fill a role,
to behave in certain expected ways.
I explained how this playacting often results in our romantic partners
becoming attracted to or falling in love with someone who isn’t actually us,
how when we finally start to feel comfortable enough
to be our real selves in a relationship that the other person
feels confused or the victim of a bait and switch.
Only in her 30s, my friend has come to understand that this relationship recipe
always ultimately yields results that resemble a sunken soufflé or a burnt Bundt cake. Her awareness gives me hope for the continued evolution of humans as a species.