Where’d all the romance go?

Courtesy of Miramax

I have a confession to make.  I’m an epic-romance junkie.

Sure, I’m a happily-married, mother of two, ambitious feminist… but I’m a hopeless, over-the-top devotee of sweeping, all-consuming love stories.  The bigger the drama, the happier I am.   Movies about star-crossed lovers and their tearful embraces make me want to dance.  Complicated stares?  I practice them in the mirror.   Kisses that leave your lungs aching and your throat dry?  I watch the scene seven times without blinking.  A soaring musical score?   Caresses that reach below the skin?   Silences filled with weighted pauses?  I can’t get enough!

Yes.  It’s past midnight again and I’m awake.  The house is asleep and the decaf coffee I ordered at dinner clearly wasn’t decaf.  I’m too tired to map out yet another User Experience flowchart so that means there’s only one thing left to do:  it’s movie trailer watching time.   And damn it if there’s not ONE epic love story in the mix.

Remember all those great sweeping love stories Hollywood used to make?  The English Patient.  Moulin Rouge.  Out of Africa.  I miss them.  I want them.  But I can’t find them anywhere.  Where has the big love story gone??  Enough with all these small independent character flicks about broken marriages or friendships between strangers.  I want passion, damn it!  I want kisses and embraces and longing and suffering and all those great things that keep me glued to my chair, wishing for the movie to never end.

There’s not even a Twilight movie trailer (and there’s always a Twilight movie trailer!)   It’s gonna be a tough night for a junkie without her juice.

So, just in case there are a few addicts out there who need to feel some passionate caresses and witness some love that overcomes a whole bunch of crazy obstacles between two ridiculously gorgeous people … here’s a tiny fix from a greener time not so long ago:

The English Patient

Moulin Rouge

The Notebook

Out of Africa

Titanic

Dirty Dancing

Even Casino Royale had it…

Oh, it’s enough to drive a woman to download Pretty Woman to her iTunes account…

Games with My 8-year Old: Name that Lady!

  

       My Daughter:  “Mom, of all the famous ladies alive now, who do you like the most?

       Me:  “Oh, that’s hard to say.”

       My Daughter:  “But if you had to choose.  Who do you love?”

      Me:   “Does she have to be famous?”

      My Daughter:  “Yes.  Or else you’ll say ‘Me.’ ”

      Me:  “Famous to me or famous to everyone?”

      My Daughter:  “Famous on those magazines the babysitter brings over.”

      Me:   “Can I choose different parts from different ladies?”

      My Daughter:  “That’s not the game.  But.  Okay, fine.  But you have to write it down.  And you have to choose ONLY ONE who you want to be when you get older.  Those are the rules.”

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Some Famous Alive Ladies & Their Part(s) I Really Like

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Tina Fey

Her perfect funny and perfect nose.  Both are sharp and pointed.

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J. K. Rowling

Her copious, creative writing skills.  870 pages in one volume?  And kids read all of them?  The first twenty pages of my “great American love story” have taken me four years to write.  And no one wants to read them.  Trust me on this.

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Michelle Obama

Her seriously awesome “Don’t Fuck with me” thing.  In a gorgeous State Dinner gown or a “growing your own organics” stained sweatshirt, I wish I could exude that kind of scary.   Oops.  I meant to say, ‘Her “Don’t Fool with me” thing.’  My bad.

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 Arianna Huffington

Her accent, perfectly-coiffed hair and reasonable “Left-Right-And-Center” comments.  But mainly, for her accent.  And her blog business.

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Julie Andrews

Her cross-generational If-that’s-singing-then-I-want-to-do-singing inspiration.   There’s nothing sweeter than hearing my son lull himself to sleep with “those songs that the pretty lady sings in that mountain movie.”  It’s one of my favorite things.

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Meryl Streep

Her grace at being the most talented woman in the room.  No one wants to see her trip up (or down) the steps.  Not even other women.

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Hilary Clinton

Her enigmatic ambition.  Clearly she’s smart and driven but otherwise, impossible to define.  Actually, I don’t think I want to be like her but what I wouldn’t do to be a fly on her wall!

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Oprah Winfrey

Her wealth.  Billions.  Self-made.   She wields the same kind of influence as a dozen male Forbes billionaires.  What woman doesn’t want that?

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Ellen DeGeneres

Her next-door neighborliness.  Self-deprecating but not insecure.  Up-on-gossip but not catty.  Smart but not arrogant.   She makes you want to bake a bundt cake.   That’s good for America.

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Madonna

Her deep, unrelenting love of herself.  Every woman should love herself this much.  Just think about the problems we could solve if all women around the world felt as good about themselves as she does.

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One Alive Lady Who I’d Like To Be When I Get Older

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Betty White

Because of her charmed octogenarian life.  When I’m 80, I want to be that involved in the world around me, even if it’s just doing fun stuff.  Wait.  She’s 90?!   Well then, it’s settled.  I SO want to be Betty White when I grow up.

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And that’s a list that People magazine could stand behind

Spoiler alert, ladies: If you’re not exhausted, you’re not doing it right

Anyone can be a kick-ass working mom a la Sheryl K. Sandberg.  Just drop the Martha Stewart-suggestions for hand-made toilet paper, agree to stop competing for the “harder working spouse” title against your husband and be prepared for total & utter fatigue.

Yes, after biting my tongue for the last two weeks, this is my official response to the flurry of “Women-pull-up-your-bootstraps-marry-a-good-mate-bear-children-break-the-glass-ceiling” discussions running rampant around Facebook IPO news (you can only keep an alcoholic out of the bar for so long…)  Oh wait.  Those discussions have been running rampant around every “female near business” news story I’ve read since graduating from an all-girls highschool.  The hairstyle is different but the sentiment is the same.   The only real difference now… I order my drink straight-up and without an umbrella.

If you want to have it all, prepare to be tired and overwhelmed.

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Oh look.  I just realized my title is a double-entendre.  Ha!  That’s funny, except when you think about it in a working mom kind of way.  Exhaustive sex & working mom life go together like peanut butter and cashmere.  But I so digress.

Back to my main point.

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1.)  Who is Sheryl K. Sandberg?

I first learned about SKS last July in a detailed New Yorker article.  She’s the charismatic, smart, accessible, soon-to-be-billionaire COO of Facebook.  She’s a mom to two young children.  She’s an advocate for working women, especially in leadership positions.  Her 2010 TED speech has 1,000,000+ views.  Her opinions on getting “women to the table” and balancing work and family are both cult-able and divisive.  She is the current spokeswoman for the female executive with kids.  Love her or hate her, women should know her name.

2.)  The Simple Truth About Working Moms

It’s hard to be a woman.  Same way it’s hard to be a man.  It’s hard to be a productive, involved human-being — let alone a successful, attractive middle-aged one (that’s why plastic surgery exists… but again, I so digress).  The simple truth is that everyone has it tough.  No one is getting off easy.

This weekend, my husband and I duked it out on who does more juggling work and family.  I do the grocery shopping on Sunday nights and he makes the coffee every weekday morning.  I conduct conference calls at 8 pm (after the kids go to bed) and he responds to business emails at 5 am (before the kids wake up).  I pack the lunches.  He loads the dishwasher.   I check-in with the teachers.  He checks in with the stockbroker.  Neither one of us gets enough exercise or haircuts or compliments.   And we’re successful.  We’re in the upper 1%, we have a housekeeper who does the laundry and we send our kids to private school where we know they are getting a good education.  Yet, we feel guilty that we don’t spend enough quality time with the kids, we are stressed about the overflowing inbox that didn’t get completed today, we are annoyed that the other one didn’t bring in the mail, we wish we had more time as a couple (our love-life would be totally bereft without our nightly menage-a-trois with Jon Stewart) and we often bemoan the loss of our social life (who has the energy to go out on a Friday night for drinks with friends?)

Being a working mom means the score is even.  Everyone is stressed.  Everyone is exhausted.  Did you really think it would come easy?

3.)  The Complicated Truth of Stay-At-Home Moms

Sure, I have days when I think, “In my next life, I’m coming back as a man of the establishment married to me.”  That’s the gig.  All the freedom of being a man at the top of the pyramid with a woman like me running my house and family?!  I could then leave for my penthouse office with the calm certainty that my children were in the most capable, intelligent, caring-yet-firm, creative-yet-organized, playful-yet-mature hands.  You see, I’m hugely egotistical that no one could do a better job than me raising my kids.  That’s part of the problem that SKS doesn’t address.  If you’re a woman ambitious with her career, chances are you’re ambitious with your child-rearing.

I don’t have any solutions on how to juggle the two.  Truth is, I think I suffered low-level depression over the last 8 years of full-time stay-at-home momming and now, I am suffering from wake-you-up-in-the-middle-of-the-night stress of a business start-up.  Life is a catch-22.  Nothing comes easy.  I used to harbor resentment that my husband had a growing career while I excelled at block-and-crayon management and now, I harbor fears that my children are suffering from chicken-nugget overdoses & outsourced babysitter bus pick-ups.  Yes, I have all the responsibilities of running a business AND all of the responsibilities of raising two kids.  But so does my husband.  He might not be the one who’s buying the uniforms or making the cupcakes for the bake sale, but he’s explaining the concepts of electrons at breakfast and reading the stories at bedtime.

I’m happy that SKS has gone big and it’s great that she’s talking so openly about her experience.  I just think the discussion is getting bogged down in semantics.  Rich or poor.  Male or female.  Working or not-working.  Having a family is a HUGE responsibility that takes time and resources.  Having a big career is a HUGE stress that takes energy and focus.  Both require sacrifice.  Both require supportive spouses. Both require getting out there and being tired.  Is any of this really new news?

4.) The short rant about Martha Stewart

No blog post about moms in the boardroom would be complete without a mention of Martha Stewart.  In order to juggle the demands of  a working mom’s life, all reference and knowledge of Martha Stewart needs to be expunged from the cerebral cortex.  Otherwise, the burden of “pretty-ifying” life threatens the entire species.  It is impossible to make cupcakes that look like ladybugs, wrap christmas presents with hand-stamped papers, disinfect your bathtub with hand-squeezed lemon juice, and throw a Superbowl party with homegrown heirloom tomato salsa AND raise two kids AND get the VP promotion AND have a meaningful marriage.  Something has to give.  I love that Martha Stewart was a working Mom and a successful entrepreneur but if you look closely at Sheryl Sandberg’s many speeches, she never once shares a recipe for shaping a shrimp skewer into an origami swan.

I’m just saying… women can have it all but you have to be very careful how you define “all.”