We live in an age of individuality, yet prize living in couples. Should women reclaim the idea of spinsterhood?by Hephzibah Anderson / May 21, 2015 / Leave a comment
Published in June 2015 issue of Prospect Magazine
Back in my early twenties, when such distinctions seemed both reliable and significant, I remember settling on the definition of a “girlfriend girl” with a college friend. We were at a housewarming—a shiny new rental in London’s docklands—and as we sipped warm wine from plastic cups, we decided she was pretty, responsible, had a sense of humour but probably never laughed too loudly. She was, most saliently of all, wife material. What she wasn’t was us, and even though there was an element of defensiveness in our posturing, we were defiant about it.
Not that I hadn’t recently been that girl. At university, I’d become the most girlfriendy of girlfriends, inseparable from the boyfriend with whom I slept, studied, partied. One night in a loud, light-strobed room, the air thick with dry ice, we’d found ourselves talking about kids. “You’d make a great mother,” he yelled into my ear. But come graduation, our togetherness began to feel constricting to me. Shortly before finals, we’d stayed up all night, me a lone Labour voter in a roomful of Tories, and watched as TV’s swingometer registered change and the beginning of the Tony Blair era. Within a few months, I’d started my first job and become single.