I want a baby — like yesterday. And it’s common for my 20-something peers to scoff at me, as if I’m a simple human who hasn’t risen above the need to procreate. The latest “cool kid” badge is given to men, and women especially, who state their disdain for children and refusal to spawn another mouth to feed. I’m sorry, but I won’t date a man who doesn’t want children.
I learned that I was, despite the physics of rom-coms, in a partnership between two people who could compartmentalize sex and emotions.
During a recent Masters of Sex panel discussion, Michael Sheen expressed a well-conceived opinion of the show’s complexity, “We have this word ‘love,’ and it means whatever it means for everybody and we all put a pretty little bow on it, but nobody knows what that is,” he said. “One of the things I find fascinating about the show is that it’s a show about sex but you can’t separate the sex and the sexuality from the emotions and the psychology that go along with it — all those things go together. Time makes you intimate, that’s just what happens. Those are the ties that bind us.” I believe this statement to be true, to an extent, but it leaves out those of us who actually can separate sex and emotions.