I am confident that the female process of talking things to death was born when the first two primitive forms of life crawled out of the water- two of them were female and they were talking.
About anything….over and over again.
Think the birds are singing? Nope. Trust me, they are all talking to each other. Dogs barking? Nah….just chatting.
It is a phenomenon that has mystified the male of the species since the dawn of time. It is simply not in their DNA.
I embrace this fabulous DNA as my birthright and I have elevated it to an art form. I believe in the gathering of women.
Though I am middle aged, single, never married, with no kids-my friends all chose the traditional route of husbands, and families. And so my perspective is that of a single woman who is firmly entrenched in the lives and families of my closest friends. I know and love their children, and truly like their husbands. Martini Fridays are not about excluding them-it is about processing all that they bring!
Martini Fridays enable us to talk about all of it…all the time. It is cathartic. It is the female process that is buried in the female collective consciousness and bubbles to the surface wherever two or more of us are gathered. It is safety, and warmth, and love. It is what ultimately enables us to process the events of our lives and remain sane.
Indeed, it is what keeps us from smothering a spouse with a pillow, grounding our kids for life, and dodging our mothers' calls.
It is therapy and it's FREE! We hover, we "check-in", we send loving e-mail greeting cards, we scan and sniff the air for any disturbance in the "force", and most of all-we LISTEN.
So, wise men everywhere should gently nudge their women out the door to a Martini Friday. Guys can grunt at each other during a game and feel enlightened. Speaking isn't necessary for them. But, if they're smart, they know that the women in their lives need an ocean of estrogen to swim in to feel better.
Your Friend,
Adrienne
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