Where do these endless “How to find a husband”, “How not to be left alone” and “What am I doing wrong” come from? Why are smart, beautiful women judged solely on their ability to make a couple? Why are professional and creative accomplishments still devalued if there is “no man” nearby? What, without a partner, life ends? The sun hides behind the clouds, and a gloomy veil envelops the earth?
But what if a woman feels good and comfortable alone? If she does not want to build a nest and organize dances with tambourines, attracting a male? Why isn’t there a class on “What a man has to be able to do for you to pay attention to him”? Or is it enough for a man to have the letter “M” in the “gender” column to become a coveted award?
I respect traditional values such as family and marriage. In my life, there have been times of happy partnership and blessed solitude. I just don’t identify myself with a stamp in my passport. I exist and I work perfectly both in pairs and solo. Can’t I go to the river at sunset and, thoughtfully chewing on a dried frog’s leg, whisper affirmations? Can’t I beg the universe to send me a husband? Can I just enjoy my life: going to exhibitions, listening to music, writing articles and chatting with friends, raising a child, traveling and pumping ass for health, not for a potential groom. Can I live for myself – just because I like it?
I am of the opinion that adults establish relationships as they feel comfortable. Someone likes men, someone likes women, and someone is generally asexual and saw your stereotypes in the coffin. Someone wants to get married and have five children, but for some, periodic dating is enough. Some seek reliable partnerships with mortgages and car loans, while others prefer polyamory. Everyone has their own desires, their own standards and their own definition of happiness.