One day, shortly after Prince Charming had his first or third affair, Cinderella looked down and noticed that she was middle aged. Of course, there were hints all along. The one or two hairs that sprouted through her chin, the muffin top that oozed over her favorite jeans, and the reading glasses that she left all over the castle.
The kids were mostly grown up. Prince Galloway was at Knight School. Princess Jacqueline was lobbying against evil witches in Camelot and suddenly Cinderella had a lot of time on her hands.
What's a former princess with a protuberant middle, a wondering husband and a castle full of laundry going to do?
She's going to prevail.
That's the sweetness of chick lit. It takes the real life horrors of our mundane life and turns them into heroic battlefields where women can rake up a countless number of victories.
Can't find a parking spot? Not a problem for a chick lit heroine, she'll sign up for helicopter lessons as soon as she gets home.
Hate exercise? So does our charming, imperfect heroine who forgoes everything cardio but begrudgingly has to walk up 10 flights of stairs because of a chronically broken elevator and ends up accidentally loosing 15 pounds.
It goes on and on. Put on your reading glasses ladies, and raise your pages to a genre that keeps us laughing, vibrant and victorious, even if we're a little bit silly along the way.
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
The second 20 years will be the best...
A friend called (actually FACEBOOKED, is that a verb yet?) to say that another marriage had been sunk by the ugly talons of an affair...
Between headlines and my own social media, it seems like the reasons to NOT stay married far outweigh the reasons to stay...
And yet...
As a person who has weathered her fair share of storms, some emotional, and some quite literal (we were in New Orleans for Katrina)...
I would like to devote a big section of this blog to the joys of surviving this imperfect life, with our imperfect selves and our even less than perfect spouses...
which is NOT the same as saying that everyone should stay married...
It's just saying that the next twenty years just might be the best...
For instance,
There are no more diapers (for a few more years, until I start wearing one or stop going to see funny movies or sneezing)
In this twenty years, I can tell my husband to cut his nose hair, ear hair, and eye brows and maybe even knit them into something actually pleasant
The kids are growing up...that means we may stake a claim into weekends, Saturday nights and other time that was swallowed by soccer, clubs, car pooling, soccer, and all kinds of other kids activities...
What are you looking forward to in your next twenty?
Between headlines and my own social media, it seems like the reasons to NOT stay married far outweigh the reasons to stay...
And yet...
As a person who has weathered her fair share of storms, some emotional, and some quite literal (we were in New Orleans for Katrina)...
I would like to devote a big section of this blog to the joys of surviving this imperfect life, with our imperfect selves and our even less than perfect spouses...
which is NOT the same as saying that everyone should stay married...
It's just saying that the next twenty years just might be the best...
For instance,
There are no more diapers (for a few more years, until I start wearing one or stop going to see funny movies or sneezing)
In this twenty years, I can tell my husband to cut his nose hair, ear hair, and eye brows and maybe even knit them into something actually pleasant
The kids are growing up...that means we may stake a claim into weekends, Saturday nights and other time that was swallowed by soccer, clubs, car pooling, soccer, and all kinds of other kids activities...
What are you looking forward to in your next twenty?
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