It is rather ironic.
I should identify with some wonderfully successful, bright, clever young woman like Amal Clooney or Samantha Jones.
Instead I identify with the character of Bridget Jones – the ever-so-slightly-plus-size, funny, awkward heroine in Helen Fielding’s novels.
I’ve given this quite some thought and I’ve begun to realize that Bridget Jones and I have many similarities:
- She likes to go around naked in her paddling pool. I like to go around naked in my pool.
- We both are enamored of Mr. Darcy. Granted, her Mark Darcy was a human rights barrister, and my Mark Darcy is a character in a Jane Austen novel, but you get the picture.
- We are both, ahem, plus-sized. Although unlike Bridget Jones, I embrace my curves.
- We both have intimate relationships with bottles of wine.
- We both are attracted to really shabby guys.
- I too hate going to parties where I’m the only single.
- Like Bridget, I begin each year with boundless optimism but trouble always seems to find me.
- I am always on a journey of self-improvement.
- She writes a diary. I write a blog. ‘Nuff said.
- My professional life is one long fumble-save, just like hers.
- I flirt all day. With people who read this blog. You know who you are.
- I never feel like I’m the intellectual equal of everyone in the room.
- We both need a career change.
- My big plans never quite make it to fruition.
- I too use 4-letter words liberally.
- I’m also waiting for someone who likes me, just the way I am.
So there you have it, the reasons why I am like Bridget Jones. Because no matter how hard I try, I always seem to not quite achieve what I set out to achieve. And it takes a pretty evolved sense of humor to find the beauty (and the humor) in that.