All the Single Ladies - The Atlantic

What a fantastic piece. I have not read an article that has given me a post-read shiver in quite a while. This took courage to write, and I think it needs to be shared. THIS is journalism.

"When Gloria Steinem said, in the 1970s, “We’re becoming the men we wanted to marry,” I doubt even she realized the prescience of her words...."

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All the Single Ladies - The Atlantic

Welp!

Stays.

Everyone has that one song.

Cougar

He had to sit beside her on the way there. She bought him drink after drink, and his presence made her feel younger. She looked aching to touch his strong, wide shoulders, and he had just enough of a beard for her to toy with the idea that his age was suitable.

And on the way home, here she goes again. Her hair is stiff with hair spray and gel. The kind of hair that always looks wet. She nurses her warm Corona that has been poured into a plastic cup that the airport has safety approved. She leans over towards him as close as she can. She inhales and her body inflates. She is thriving off his testosterone. This time he doesn't seem to be getting anything out of it. Maybe it is because I'm watching.

Sad life.

Believe in.

He believed my lies, but doesn't believe the truths. I just don't believe anything but you.

Allusion.

You're as welcome as cancer, but my door's always unlocked.

Try and break me.

When the door slammed in my face it is as if it went through me. Knocked me to my senses. I almost stumbled. I waited at the bus stop and worried that it would take too long. I worried that something would pull me back.

The bus came in 8 minutes, but it felt like less. I got a seat, and looked out the window. When I first caught my reflection I was surprised that I was smiling. I may have been laughing at it all. I may have been thinking of what is to come. I may have been floating with all the weight I had left behind.

I drank too much. I paid too little. I remembered who made me feel good. I forgot what made me feel awful. The walk from the bar was where I faultered, but I bet you were surprised you couldn't break me down this time. I made some good choices last night. I know I could have made worse ones, in many ways.


This is how it is meant to be, and I'm breathing well.

Quotable

He asked me how his quotations could become "quotable." I told him a pretty bleak answer. "You have to die," I said with my best dry tone. This was one of the few times I was asked something, and my answer wasn't objected. He chuckled, and we both romanticized our own deaths. This was the last moment of substance we may have had.

What a great question, sir. But why ask something when you knew the answer already?

Warmth

That was the best sleep I have had in months. I am wide awake. I walked down the hallway and found the bathroom. I took a look at my body. I took a look at my face. Before going back I had to write this.

I have never felt so beautiful.