She and I are both in the midst of a reckoning. We once saw romance as a narrative tool of oppression, a construct designed by the patriarchy to make women accept subjugation. But now we’re beginning to believe that it’s real and reconciling those two truths is proving more complicated than we expected. People today approach love like online comparison shopping, scrolling through options on apps. Instead of courtship, we have the “talking stage,” something that is noncommittal by design. But romance can’t be casual; it requires conviction and presence. It demands vulnerability and a kind of giving spirit that feels almost alien in a culture that prizes detachment and transactional connection. Romance isn’t dead—it’s just antithetical to the way we’ve been conditioned to interact.
Feb 18, 2025

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I’ve been talking with a friend about this recently as well — as someone who has been trying (and failing) to date for the past three years, it’s rough out there and I think it’s because we’ve lost the point of romance entirely. romance inherently requires sacrifice and giving up part of yourself to another person, but we are consistently told we should never do that. No one wants to be inconvenienced, but relationships are inherently inconvenient that’s the whole point
Feb 19, 2025
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camila-santana yes i definitely think a lot of it has to do with the therapized view of interpersonal interaction and ”you don’t owe anything to anybody” culture skewing our expectations!!!!! Very individualistic but in a toxic way rather than in a way that actually seeks to improve upon the self
Feb 19, 2025
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I feel ya. It can be really hard to keep trying to engage with, or like, continually give up that vulnerability that love requires. I mean, yeah, especially while living In A Society™️ with implicit and explicit gendered expectations and pressures of conformity of what love *is*, or how it’s even allowed to be expressed depending on who you are. It’s a huge loss of control and that always feels *unsafe*, a huge hurdle to climb, fall flat on your face at times, but keep having to climb. Love isn’t just a feeling, but an active choice. Love can’t be shallow or self protective, for love to flourish, you need to be courageous and vulnerable. Sometimes it's not easy, it's fucking daunting actually, especially if you've been hurt real bad before, but we've got to keep showing up and facing human connection with trust in ourselves and other people. To love is to open ourselves up, expose our weaknesses, and risk harm in the pursuit of connection, yet choosing to do so anyway. I still struggle with it personally, even platonically, but I wouldn't trade the love I've found now for never having being hurt in the past y'know
Feb 19, 2025
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softshelled yes it has to be brave and it can be really scary but it has to be moved beyond just being felt 🙏
Feb 19, 2025
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this is SPOT ON
Feb 18, 2025
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my sentiments exactly
Feb 18, 2025
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Incredible take. Strange how in some circles (gladly not here) to share that revelation would lead to people accusing you of buying into traditionalism or the “old way” of doing things etc etc. I think the sad reality is that instead of letting things like courtship evolve into a modern day version of itself, the general agreement was that it would be better to scrap the concept entirely. And now we look back at it and go “oh maybe there was something there that was good (in the midst of some bad)” and have to face that fact that the alternative solution is so much worse in so many other ways.
Feb 18, 2025
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