woeness as inspired by books and food
At the risk of sounding like a drama-queen: my last couple of weeks of married life bliss have been riddled with fictional- inspired woes.
As a rule, women in my family tend to worry…a lot! It’s like a genetic thing, a dominant trait that never skipped a generation since Dinosaurs-as-pets-time. So anyway, what am I worrying about, you ask? Well, for one thing…there’s the wide vastness of the future but at the same time more tangible things like weight-gain.
Woe number 1: Studies (and experience) would have you believe that married women tend to gain weight after the wedding…..so my new dietary obsession, Nutella, is making me nervous, but rest assured the pounds haven’t started to show yet.
Woe number 2: the dreaded question of am I losing my Feministic ideals and turning into some sorta docile domestic Persian cat now that I’m married? Hence my reading of The Edible Woman by Margaret Atwood (my go-to shot of feminism). The plot is simple; woman finds a man but loses herself.
Is this what’s happening to me? More importantly, why? I don’t want to spoil the ending but I would really like to get some insight onto how other women deal with this? If I was still at my parental home or back at Uni that’ll never be a problem, but living in a new place where all my friends just happen to be the Husband’s friends really does complicate matters. I can’t seem to shake the feeling that my husband is my backbone. Without him, I’d be all squid-like and mushy…..yeah I guess The Edible Woman’s 60s theme is still relevant in my 2012 life. I’ll ponder on that some more while I chill in my snow-encircled aquarium apartment and eat spoonfuls of Nutella:P
Woe number 3: CHILDREN (luckily not my own…yet)! I caved into Internet peer-pressure and I finally read Room by Emma Donoghue and I was mesmerized (read it now. ok! thanks). On a night plagued with food poisoning, in a haunted Munich hotel room, I read the book. By daybreak I was talking like a 5 year old (effect of intensive all-nighter-reading, obviously). The book’s greatest achievement is its ability to simply yet powerfully illustrate children’s psychology and the environment’s effect on their physical and emotional growth (it manages to do all that while still sounding like an adorable 5 year old). “Bonsai Boy” is yet another thing that every mom has to worry about now, as if “Law and Order: SVU” wasn’t enough.
So my worries are drowned by spoonfuls of Nutella…and thus the cycle re-beings!
P.s. I’m currently reading Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides. It’s really promising…quite a bundle of future-woes waiting to be added to my list.
the young mrs. 