Most of you are probably familiar with the Debutante Ball website. If you aren’t, it’s a site where 5 ladies who are going to have a book debut, blog together for a year.
One of the ladies this go round is Rachel Bertsche. Her book, a memoir, came out in December of 2011 and is titled: MWF seeking BFF
(If you don’t know what that means – MWF = married white female and BFF = best friend forever.)
The blurb about it on the db website says: meeting people everywhere from improv class to friend rental websites, she’ll go on fifty-two friend-dates, one per week for a year, in hopes of meeting her new Best Friend Forever.
I haven’t read it yet but I plan to. In part because I like memoir; in part because I enjoy Rachel’s posts on the db website; and pertaining to this blogpost, in part because finding friends is challenging for me.
Friends outside of cyber space, I mean.
Over on Reinventing Fabulous, Krissie’s last 2 posts have been about friendship. At the end of the first one she asks this question about friends: “How do you find new in a town where you already know everyone and most of them find you a little odd?”
The, everyone-finds-you-a-little-odd, always rings true for me.
I love things that affirm that I am not alone in this. I am reading a book right now that does that.
The book is: How To Be a Woman by Caitlan Moran and it is so good. I found it because it’s recommended by Jenny Lawson, The Bloggess, who wrote the fabulous book; Let’s Pretend This Never Happened.
Caitlan says of herself at fifteen: “I still don’t have any friends, either. Not one—unless you count family, which obviously you don’t, because they just come free with your life, wanted or not…”
She goes on to say that she isn’t alone because she has books, tv and music. She’s 35yo in 2011, so, in the 20 years since she was 15yo, we have also developed the whole spectrum of social media on which to make friends.
“All art is someone trying to tell you something, I realize. There’re thousands of people who want to talk to me, so long as I open their book or turn on their show…It may be bad information or a misconstrued tip—but at least you are getting some data on what it’s like out there…You are getting input.” How To Be a Woman by Caitlin Moran
I am so grateful for the internet. I can’t imagine how isolated and alone I would feel without it.
I’d be okay, though. Because I would still have BOOKS.
“Books seem the most potent source: each one is the sum total of a life that can be inhaled in a single day.”
“And every book, you find, has its own social group—friends of its own it wants to introduce you to, like a party in the library that need never, ever end.” How To Be a Woman by Caitlin Moran
So anywho – as a result of reading this book, for a time anyway, I don't feel like the only friendless weirdo in the world.
I feel I have to disclaimer here. I’ve picked out some bits of this book because friendship was on my mind.
This book is a memoir by a very, very funny feminist. It discusses such subjects as Caitlin’s ongoing search for the right words to call her vagina and her breasts.
For the record – she landed on ‘cunt’, a much maligned word which I happen to like better than most of the current slang words for my ‘lady garden’ – 'lady garden' being Jenny Lawson’s choice of words.
Do you have friends? Do you and your friends discuss the proper name to call your lady parts?
Wow, when I started this blogpost I never thought it would end up where it did.