![]() ![]() Now, if this ode to spinsterhood were written by me, the cover photo would show an unkempt slob sprawled on a vintage 1975 woven plaid couch inherited from her parents, wearing a pair of flannel pajama pants and a holey T-shirt she’s had since college with no bra, hair uncombed, in the company of either a cat or a dog (depending on which decade this picture was taken), a book in one hand, a bag of potato chips or peanut butter M&Ms in easy reach of the other, because who the fuck does a woman at home alone have to impress? And because the world is unkind, certain people would see the title “Spinster” and think “No wonder.” (Translation: in the marriage market, here lies the clearance rack.) The whole photo is meant to appeal to the sort of retro thinker who never learned that a woman needs a man the way a fish needs a bicycle, who will say, “How can she possibly be single?” (Translation: this woman has chosen her singleness!) ![]() But there she is, on the cover of her new book/ode to the single woman, Spinster: Making a Life of One’s Own, perched on the edge of an antique velvet sofa with a cup of tea in a patterned china cup-how spinstery!-dressed in a cocktail dress and heels with her hair in long, glossy auburn waves, like in a shampoo ad. I’m trying hard not to hate Kate Bolick because she’s beautiful. Best of Chicago 2022: Sports & Recreation.Best of Chicago 2022: Music & Nightlife. ![]()
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