From Our Readers
September 15, 2014 1:25 pm

We thought the media had prepared us for single life. We were wrong. All those lessons we learned from watching countless episodes of Sex and the City and every rom-com known to man, don’t always seem to hold up IRL. Not that we regret a minute of it, but still, single life sure ain’t the same as it is in the movies.  Maybe you can relate. Here’s a comparison chart from one of our readers:

Single Life In the Media: While eating in posh restaurants, I decide that now is the time for me to pursue my dream career as an interior designer.

In Actuality: While eating microwaveable meals and single serve ice creams for the weight-conscious, I decide on a career imprinting the lids with messaging like “Desperate? Call the Samaritans.”

In the Media: I pour myself into my work, where my unbelievably handsome and improbably young boss and I start an affair.

In Actuality: I pour myself into work, where my boss tells me is free for the first few months.

In the Media
: More drinking.

In Actuality: Way more drinking.

In the Media
: I appear to be fine, and face the challenges of every day with composure and strength. When I finally break down, it is among close and supportive friends.

In Actuality: I appear to be fine to close and supportive friends. When I finally break down, it is with a Comcast representative.

In the Media
: When he moves out, I am angry he took all the fine jewelry he once gave me.

In Actuality: When he moves out, I am angry he took canned soup from the pantry and a carton of lemonade from the fridge. Because WHO DOES THAT?

In the Media: More roller-skating.

In Actuality: Same amount of roller-skating.

In the Media: When he leaves, I celebrate my personal and financial independence and move out of our old place into a sleek and swanky new apartment. (With city views!)

In Actuality: When he leaves (me holding the bag for everything), I realize my financial dependence and that I’ll probably need to move into my parents’ garage.

In the Media
: Surrounded by friends and family, I realize that I have more than enough love in my life. I move on. At first because I have to, and then because I want to.

In Actuality: That, actually, really happened.

When Elizabeth Giuggio learned the Rockettes have a height requirement, she turned inward to writing and the cerebral life. She spent her childhood penning plays, musicals and anything-but-short stories and forcing people to listen. Now she does the same at a Boston ad agency.

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