Put a ring on it? I'd rather have fun as a spinster
When American writer Kate Bolick was in her mid-twenties, she and her boyfriend used to go running after work, jogging through Boston in the early evening. One night, they passed a woman running behind her toddler in an all-terrain buggy. Her boyfriend smiled and said: “Look: there’s you someday.” Bolick’s stomach lurched, like in a scene from a Woody Allen: the career woman horrified by smug maternity, […]