day 36

The assumption is that as a woman our lives must be in some way fundamentally lacking, unfulfilling in their current state. As if until we meet someone we just wander around confused in our homes. Picking up and putting down the TV remote to watch Netflix but then realising we can’t because we don’t have  an “and chill partner”, opening cupboards and then closing them to cook non-existent date meals, like robotrons being misfed instructions and short circuiting. It’s completely bizarre.