real housewives and sex and the city single handedly taught me that life does not end after your twenties, not even your thirties. you can genuinely reinvent yourself at any age, in any era, and have a great time doing it.
is there a fairytale that exists where the guy gives up everything for love and it's considered a happy ending? Because when a woman sacrifices her identity for a man, it's “true love,” but when a man is expected to sacrifice, suddenly it’s oppression.