From the top of our head to the bottom of our uterus, we are sick and tired of the “having it all” conversation.
So we were skeptical when we first picked up Spinster, a new memoir-cum-treatise on the current state of single-lady-dom.
We needn’t have worried.
Penned by journalist and lifelong singleton Kate Bolick, Spinster isn’t some pop-sociology piece on “the new sad state of relationships,” nor a Lena Dunham-esque tale of sexual exploits. Rather, it’s a thoughtful examination of a life lived alone.
Bolick, who is now in her early forties, draws on both her own story and those of famously independent female writers--Edna St. Vincent Millay, Edith Wharton, etc.--to talk about the decision to remain uncoupled. Why is it, she wonders, that girls are taught from day one to prepare themselves for matrimony? And what does it mean that Bolick, the product of a happy marriage, should find the convention so repellent?
Some readers may roll their eyes as Bolick recounts yet another dude who was dying to marry her (we get it: indifference is irresistible). But overall her writing is impeccable and her message fresh.
She ain’t no wifey--and she’s proud of it.