"Why is it a dirty word to celebrate our female friendships, the ones who pick us up when we're down, the ones who take you to the bars, order you a whole bottle of prosecco and let you bitch about just how annoying it is that your ex never trimmed his toenails and had the worst morning breath. These are the relationships that define us, more so than our romantic partners in so many ways. And we should jump at the chance to celebrate and champion them."
Oh, Romantic love, it's been a bit of a mad year for us, hasn't it?
Last Valentines I was madly in love with a man I thought I would spend a really long time with, this Valentines I'm living in a different country, a different city and I'm probably going to cook myself a V extravagant dinner, and watch a lot of Greys Anatomy and form an unhealthy attachment to my sofa and live out my true title of couch potato queen. But more than that, I'm the happiest version of myself.
ALONE. Al-one. ALL ONE.
The word alone used to scare me, it used to make me feel like I'd somehow failed at being a woman, to be in my late 20s and not yet tied down a man, but not only to not be married to one, I'm not dating one, I'm not texting one, I'm hardly even making an effort matching with them on bumble. My inner Cher Horowitz has basically taken over and now I kind of give all men a grimacing stare and shout out 'AS IF' internally at the top of my lungs. I'm alone. But I've also never felt more together, and that's completely okay.
Let's be honest, Valentines day is a little bit shit for us singletons. The whole world seems to decide to shove the fact that we're alone down our throats, and whereas the idea of Valentines, to celebrate the loved ones in your life is obviously such a beautiful premise, the knock on effect that is has of making you feel like your life isn't worth anything if you don't have that special person in your life that you want to marry / spend time with / fuck the pants off of. I scroll through Twitter and I start to feel like nothing is sacred - can a girl not even chomp down on one of Britain's most low key pleasures, a simple bloody Cheese and Onion pasty without being half of a couple.
So Let's Talk Galentines
I think the first time I heard Galentines floating around was from the infamous Parks and Rec episode, originally it was a day to meet up with your best gals and do brunch right, along with cookies, pink cocktails and an excuse to celebrate the female friendships that we pride ourselves on. Since then it's evolved to a day where you indulge in more prosecco and pornstar martinis than you normally would on a Tuesday night for catchup cocktails with the girls and talk all things dick pics, Instagram, and just how grateful you are to have these ladies in your life. I for one, think it's bloody great.
I was humbly flicking through the 'Love Issue' of the Evening Standard magazine this week (those David Shringley covers are AMAZING am I right or am I right?) when I came across the words 'avoid the phrase Galentines at all costs.'
Why is it a dirty word to celebrate our female friendships, the ones who pick us up when we're down, the ones who take you to the bars, order you a whole bottle of prosecco and let you bitch about just how annoying it is that your ex never trimmed his toenails and had the worst morning breath. Maybe it's cringe worthy, maybe it's basic, maybe it's not 'cool', but as my new years resolution was to focus more on building female friendships in London and really growing a network of girls that I cherish, that I go to when things get shit, and that I can not only talk about how shit our luck on Bumble is, but also what books I'm loving, how much I'm looking forward to Amy Schumer's new movie, and how utterly shit the Instagram algorithm is with. I'm well on my way, and so far this year I'm met some of the most incredible women, women that I look upto, women that I admire and women that are really my rocks. And I will rise to any day that enocurages me to celebrate those relationships, because statistically, your best friends are so much less likely to let you down than the latest bae you've matched with on Bumble that you think might be 'the one'.
For me, 2018 isn't a year dedicated to finding love. It's a year I've dedicated to finding myself. But so far, I've not only built a great little life for myself but I've found some of the best friendships a girl could ask for, I'm so grateful for these women and they've made me view friendship in a different light. All in all, maybe it's basic, maybe it's cliche, but I am all about galentines, I'm all about any excuse to celebrate the female friendships in my life and I hope you'll do the same.