A Few Spectacular Women

I just read a great article by Lisa Kogan in February's O magazine (I'm a few months behind) called A Few Spectacular Women. The byline is "Lisa Kogan on the Women She Admires, Likes, and Loves."

Just the other day I had a conversation with my mom about how women can do anything and get through anything as long as we stick together, so it's funny I ran across this.

Anyway, here's my favorite part of the article:

I like women. I like them as much as or more than I like almost anybody. But the women I like best aren't always strong, and they're certainly not invincible.

They're creative, they're idiosyncratic, and they're around if you need them. They complain, they console, and they can shop their way through virtually any crisis. They know how to raise hell and they know how to raise children. They can spot a scam, a lousy doctor, and a crummy boyfriend in under ten seconds. They've perfected the withering stare that makes a nasty salesperson, flight attendant, or coworker fold like an origami swan.

My favorite women may feel bad about their necks, but they feel pretty damn good about their legs. They do not trash their ex-husband's new squeeze monkey even if she happens to be eight months younger than their eldest daughter; they limit the amount of money spent sucking up to stepchildren; they try really hard to wish everyone well. They've never met a carbohydrate they didn't want to have a close personal relationship with. They brake for sex, sleep, and solitude, cashmere, caffeine, and Joan Didion. They've got nerves of steel, the courage of their convictions, and excellent footwear. They're sugar and spice and everything I aspire to. They remain cautiously optimistic.

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