And girl-howdy do I feel lucky. Because not only do I have women, I have spectacularly intelligent and beautiful and hilarious women. Women who I want to stay up until 3 a.m. with and then talk again the next day. We women need sisterhoods like we need air. Like we need men. Like we need chocolate (oh the cliché chocolate joke! I couldn't stop myself from that terrible joke if I tried. So bad.) I'm f'reals when I say it's a necessity not a want. Women just get things. And when you choose really good women, they get things even more. We talked books and celebrities, marriages and children, sex and bodies, heaven and hell, families and futures. And then we didn't talk at all because we were laughing too hard or eating too much or singing too loudly.
I want to