The moon must be singing Barry Manilow tunes to my ovaries again because I've been feeling kinda schmaltzy lately. But I went into full-blown PMS mush when I read a quotation from an interview in Oprah magazine where Oprah and her best pal Gayle defend their close friendship and insist that they're not gay.
To be honest, I don't give even the tiniest bissel dreck whether Oprah is straight, gay or having a hot polyamorous relationship with a herd of goats. But when she describes the way she feels about her closest friend, I gotta admit I got more than a little verklempt.
"I understand why people think we're gay. There isn't a definition in our culture for this kind of bond between women. So I get why people have to label it - how can you be this close without it being sexual? How else can you explain a level of intimacy where someone always loves you, always respects you, admires you? Wants the best for you in every single situation of your life. Lifts you up. Supports you. Always! That's an incredibly rare thing even between the closest of friends."
Oy, that Oprah's like buttah. Talk amongst yourselves.
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You know, I often think about the various sorts of friendships...it makes me sad that we, in American English, don't have enough words to describe the different kinds of friendships that can exist. "Friend" and "Acquaintance" are the only two that I can think of, well except for "Best Friend." Martha needs to tackle this on AWW, doesn't she. Hey, Marthaaaaa! Maaaaaarthaaaaa! [arms up, hands out, like Marlon Brando....]
Yo Stanley, I think you should ask the Word Maven yourself. marthabarnette.blogspot.com.
Nice outfit, btw.
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