Brideshmaids

So tonight avid readers (ahahahhh) i went to see the film everyone with a vagina has been raving about, 'Bridesmaids'. And let me tell you something... it was freaking awesome. Not in a wanky, oh isn't it amazing that women have been given the space to be as crude and funny as men within hollywood way, because i personally don't need a film to inform me of the comedic potential of females, im surrounded by genuinely hilarious women pretty much all day every day. But in the somewhat so far ignored undertone of  the ups and downs of female friendships. I was sat next to an immensely close friend of mine, who i hadn't seen in months due to different locations of study and living yada yada yada... this isn't even someone i speak to regularly on the phone. We might occasionally facebook. On paper, our friendship might seem casual, distant even, but in reality this is a girl i trust beyond belief, know inside and out, and love deeply. I know without a single doubt that i can see her after months of separation and slip right into a shared world of in-jokes and involved topical discussions.

As my friends and I venture into a scarier and more mature world, filled with added responsibilities, deadlines, crazy schedules, office wear and networking, will we change that much? Will we still go dancing on fridays, Sarah doing the dirty wind (a skilled technical move, not to be attempted lightly) and Lora pulling MJ wannabe's around the dance floor like they haven't met 'bad' till they've met her? Will we still yack on the phone about how crap our jobs are, how much we hate the general public in our business dealings with them? Im beyond excited about getting my foot in the door of the media industry, meeting creative people with shared passions, ideas and projects, i truly can't wait. But in reality, at some point i will probably have to move to London. My best friend doesn't live there. I don't want to make a new best friend, iv had the same one since i was 14 and we work extremely well together. Its easy to comment that friendships survive if you work at them and if not then you know its for the best, people change... But here's the deal, with female friendships, and you know the kind i mean... the past boyfriend/girlfriend love, the hammering down your fist on the table when you're blind drunk declaring your love to your pal in the oh so eloquent statement of, 'I WOULD FUCKING KILL FOR YOU!' before taking their hand and dancing on the table to Bonnie Tyler's 'Bright Eyes' kind of love... For me to enjoy any kind of success, i'd need to be able to call my friends up and squeal down the phone 'oh my god, guess what i pitched this idea to this production company and they loved it and its gonna get made and im gonna direct it and its gonna be this and that...' and so on. Because as hardass as i can be and as determined as i am, deep down i know im nothing without those girls. The ones that inspire me to be stronger, savvier, smarter... These are not girls who sit around dreaming of marital bliss, they play guitars, study politics, speak russian, give speeches about feminism, scream into microphones, work 60/70 hour weeks, volunteer their time, and set up their own goddam initiatives to succeed with. I could win Best Documentary at every film festival in the world and im not saying i wouldn't be psyched about it, obviously i would... obviously. But with no one to go dancing with to celebrate, i'd be pretty bummed out. 

Not that i couldn't go dancing on my own, i probably could im a pretty good dancer. But you get my point. 

And thats what the film made me feel, appreciative of my friend sat next to me. And anxious about who would be sat there in the future.