Hard Work
I'm doing my biannual (in the twice-a-year-sense) rewatch of How I Met Your Mother and there is a scene in which Ted rattles off a list of all the things he needs in his "perfect" girlfriend - she needs to be smart, attractive (okay, these are fair points) a dog person and a bunch of minor things that don't really matter in a relationship. I love this show because I think it's silly and funny and I like New York, but I hate how it perpetuates the idea of "the one" and some sort of magical relationship that gives you tingly feelings in your stomach every day for the rest of your life. Because for most of us there is no "one" perfect human being that we click with right away and live in harmony with until the end of our days. "The one" is someone you will love, someone you will have doubts about, someone who will give you both butterflies and stomachaches. There will be moments of intense infatuation, and there will be nights where...