I'm Every Woman

I've always had this feeling that women have a kind of deeper, inner, perhaps animal understanding of the world, a thing that at the same time provides a link between us. That's what I feel when I listen to Janis Joplin for example, or read Kiss Judit Ágnes, and so on. And now I also have this virtual friend, who is not at all virtual, but our only form of contact is reading each other's blog and commenting on facebook posts. Anyway, what I'm getting at is that being a woman is like being yourself, which is not always as easy as you would think. (By the way, if you think it's easy you certainly belong to the other sex, or else you were born to be a self-conscious goddess.)
This song I know from Bridget Jones's Diary, which again is a kind of must read for women of all ages, lifestyles, whatever. I don't much remember the lyrics but for me it's about feeling good and forgetting about the world, in short, being yourself.
And here I have to mention two occasions when I experienced this joyful being myself state. The first was on Sunday, when I baked the brownies suggested by my virtual kindred spirit, and I must tell you they were absolutely delicious. If it wasn't a cliche, I'd say it was pure sexual joy. I mean that rich taste of chocolate in your mouth.... mmmh! The next one happened today. As you might recall, a couple of days ago I went to a concert by an all-women a cappella ensemble. I enjoyed it much, so I sent a note to the person who suggested the concert (who actually happens to be my favourite teacher ever) to thank him and asking for further information about the group. He forwarded my note to the editor of Funzine magazine, because it was her who sent him the invitation, and she is also one of the members. To get to the point, this nice Texan lady emailed me and expressed her happiness over my enjoying their concert, and as a sidenote, she asked whether I sang because as a matter of fact they are looking for new members. So after a couple of emails (all sent yesterday) today I went to their meeting place and sang with them as an audition.
I have to admit that I was really embarrassed and I was a bit clumsy, maybe I even overacted my shyness a bit, but I think they liked me. And even if they didn't I'm very proud of myself and my inner poise (or whatever).