Life+Stuff: The boy room
My friend Tennille shared a very interesting theory with me yesterday: The Boy Room.
This theory states that in every woman’s brain, there is a room reserved for boys. When we get dumped, heartbroken or otherwise rejected and this room vacates, our brain freaks out a bit and we frantically start trying to find a new tenant. Psychoimmunoneurologists would call that ‘endorphins’, ‘dopamine’ and ‘oxytocin’. I am calling it The Boy Room.
It’s a little bit like when one of your flatmates moves out when you’re at uni. The rent is a delicately balanced financial structure that leaves just enough money left over for schooners and Chateau cardboard. While you’re covering the absentee’s rent, your social life goes to sh*t because you can’t even afford tins of tuna. Cue: sorrow.
My friend Jess also has a theory. It may not be especially feminist but I totally agree with it. It’s that women need an object of affection to be happy. It could be a hot barista, your husband, your friend’s brother. Doesn’t matter. We just need to have the hots for someone.
Is this total madness? Should women be able to be happy without a bloke (or chick – whatever works). Should we renovate that room in our brain or is it a biological necessity?