Can we sue the Eighties for false advertising?Posted: September 9, 2011
It’s my sad duty to report that during my short Spinny hiatus I discovered a few unpalatable truths.
Most notably that many of my single, female friends are unhappy.
It’s not that I thought I was the only one, but over the long weekend, and given a few precious hours to spare, tears were shed, stories shared and realities acknowledged.
There is a world of hurt going on out there right now.
Men are sparse – sorry, GOOD men are sparse – and money is non-existent.
There is no security. No safety nets.
I would really like to sue the Eighties for false advertising.
(Sidenote: If you know of a lawyer who’d like to take on a case that would make Erin Brokovich’s boobs tumble out of her tee in terror, do let me know.)
I was told I would have it all. Worse, I expected it all.
So were my friends but dear, dear universe, politicians, warmongers, oil barons, financiers, feminists, and anyone else who had a hand in this mess, what are you going to do about it?
I’m fed up with the people I love (including myself) being let down by the disintegration of our lives and dreams.
And yet I am powerless.
Sure, I can weave a few concise sentences but like you, I’m one of the disenfranchised: a woman who has been let down by the opposite sex, the economy and global malaise.
It’s too much for little ole me to fix.
My inner spirit, and the world we live in need a reboot of Herculean proportions.
I like to think of myself as a fixer, and not a whinger. But I suppose that all we can do is support each other by being on the end of a phone/IM, giving up a night to share woes over wine, and offering a hug when the thought of being alone is too much to bear.
If this downward trend continues, our hurt will only escalate. I can see us having to build communes, pool our pennies and bed in for what might surely turn out to be the unprecedented story of a generation of females who have, for the first time in history, nothing to look forward to.
Unless of course, we re-wire our brains, lower our expectations of our careers, and seek nothing from our intimate relationships.
See you at the bottom of the barrel.
Pack your life-preserver.
There’s going to be a lot of tears.
PS: I promise to blog about something happier later this week but I really had to get this off my chest. I can’t bear to see my friends in so much pain. I share it with you because I value your opinions. Also, I know that some of your replies will tell me how blessed we are, how joyous life is, and how it’s what we make it. Yes, to some of that but can we get off the self-help soundbite conveyor belt and be honest. Life is good. But could – and should – be much much better. Or to put it another way, life shouldn’t be this hard – and we shouldn’t be punished for being single. I don’t care what you say, it is harder. It just is.