My baby died and left me

the gentlewoman


So something terrible happened this weekend. Ok, not really that terrible, but not a good thing. My computer’s hard drive died. THANKFULLY, I backed up somewhat recently, but with the long weekend, every tech in Toronto is out of the office until Tuesday, so there’s no computer fixing until well into the week.

I’m ashamed to admit that this was probably a good thing. Why? Because lately, a lot of my time spent at home is also spent with perpetually playing Netflix in the background of my life. Instead of days spent in bed reading, there have been days spent in bed catching up with Dawson and Joey. Instead of listening to music and podcasts while cooking dinner, it has been Gordon Ramsey yelling at failing restauranteurs. So while I am most definitely not pleased with my computer troubles, what I am pleased with is this forced break from my shameful Netflix addiction.

Anyways… the REAL point of this blog post is to talk about one of my new favourite publications, which I finally finished reading this weekend. I picked up a copy of the gentlewoman from Easy Tiger  a few weeks ago, and read through the cover story on Vivienne Westwood, and a few of the shorter pieces, but then it sat on my bedside table unattended to until yesterday morning. Where the gentlewoman doesn’t differ from other women’s fashion magazines is that it has beautiful editorial spreads telling stories through photography and clothes, where it does differ is in its storytelling of women’s lives, young and old, from different creative disciplines.

The thing that I noticed most about the interviews in the gentlewoman is that rather than focus on what the specific woman is most famous for, or her new beau, or her sense of style, they focused on showing each woman as a complex person with different interests, and full rich lives whether or not there was a man involved, or they had children, or whatever. The other thing that I noticed was that even though the interviews covered women of many different ages, this was never the focus of the article. So many pieces on women are all, “OMG! A successful WOMAN! But before we talk about her career… check out this MAN THAT SHE DATED!! ZOMG! Plus, find out if she regrets having/not having children! If she’s a mother, she is also a SAINT. How did she get anything done?!?! Plus, she’s only XX years old! (alternately, “she’s SO OLD, but can you believe it, she still looks ok, and people still pay attention to her even!”)

The main thing though, THE MOST IMPORTANT THING about reading the gentlewoman, is that unlike other women’s fashion mags, when I put it down, I did not feel inadeuqate; I did not feel fat; I did not feel like something was missing from my life; I felt inspired, and calm, and supported by other strong women, and like I wanted to go out into the world and be amazing, and write, and eat croissants, and work hard, and go for runs, and drink with friends, and live life. And if that’s not worth 15 dollars twice a year, I don’t know what is.