A while back, I finished the first season of HBO’s Big Little Lies. It’s relatively new so I thought I’d give it a chance.

After watching the first episode, I just knew I was sucked in.

Intrigued—is the word I’d use to describe what I was watching.

Plus I love Reese Witherspoon so how could I not like this show.

Within the first few episodes, I knew what I was getting myself into.

One of the things I immediately noticed was the desire of women, married women especially, competing with perfection.

Isn’t that a darn shame?

I've been thinking a lot about what it means to be a [perfect] woman. Of course, there really isn't such a thing, but men undeniably gravitate to perfect “looking" women—and women, well, they try to act perfect for men.

I guess that comes naturally to women because we [as in all of us] strive for perfection. Even though we know it doesn’t exist, a part of us still believes in it.

We all know this!

We want the career, the money, the body, the family, the man, and the white picket fence. In our minds, life is going to be perfect.

We strive to be strong women and perfect wives. And in my opinion, that’s pathetic.

Why is the bar so low for men but for women, we're [indirectly] expected to be Ina Garten, Melania Trump and Jennifer Aniston in a size two dress? And while I admire all 3 women, they're not perfect either.


Or is it possible that we create this chaos in our heads and then blame men for the madness?


I’m not letting men off that easy.

Ain't life a ...