When I was little, I wanted my life to be like The Golden Girls. A bunch of gal pals living together, each doing their own thing.
We’d date and do whatever with guys but at the end of the day, we would know that we always had a safe place to call home that we shared with sisterfriends. And these were the ladies who would be with us until the end.
No man to answer to, no need to do anything we didn’t want to do. We would enjoy life with all of its ups and downs and never be alone because we had each other.
Of course, we could all take turns being strong-like-bull Dorothy or snarky Sophia or sexy Blanche or sweet Rose, because as women, we have a bit of each of the characters within us.
Dorothy in the streets. Blanche in the sheets.
That would still be my dream scenario even after all these years because quite honestly, boys have cooties and are annoying. But boys will be boys. And that wouldn’t even matter if we could only prevent girls from being girls.