I'm sitting in the park and on the table in front of me are a new NCT group. They've all met up with newborns and husbands and I've had to stop myself from going over and sitting with them. Joining in their conversation. Talking about my piles. And giving unsolicited advice. (Yup. I'm going to be THAT type of MIL. Shoot me now. Do it.)
Do you know what's more enriching to your life than sitting in an overpriced cocktail bar with a person you're never going to talk to again because there's less sexual frisson than your nan's 80th birthday party and you wish you'd just stayed at home drinking tea and watching Question Time? Going outside and talking to real people.
We would do well to remember that it isn't social media that's made us unsocial. We simply over-indulged, lured away from living in the moment as we hungrily traversed the web. The platforms themselves enable us to make connections... by nature their vast reach makes them ideal for proliferating dialogue, highlighting injustices and uniting people through common causes.
We women, stopped trying to bring our remarkable female qualities that can only benefit our relationship, our career, our social circles, our community. We think of our unique qualities as something to be ashamed of, given our inner beauty and our female nature held us captives in a male world... only decades ago.
I could hear my thoughts clearly... sorry about the mess... ah yes, sorry about the stains... sorry about the piles of books, sorry that the rubbish is still in the kitchen as is the recycling, sorry that the hallway has some stuff in it and suitcases that we still haven't unpacked from arriving home from living in China...