It’s there in every drama movie and TV series – the woman sitting in the dark, alone, at night, stealing futile glances at the phone or the watch or the front door, waiting for something that will never come from someone she should know better than to place hope in, being lied to. What is this story we’re telling ourselves? Is it art imitating life imitating art? Collective wisdom or a dramatic story arc turned self-fulfilling prophecy?
We are conscious organisms, with a capacity for deducing cause and effect. We must be and do better for each other as humans, not clichés of gender and social archetype.