Spinster

There are more than 124 million single Americans, by choice or chance, outnumbering those who are married. Clearly, the vision we have of the nuclear family, living with a white picket fence somewhere in suburbia, is outdated.
Until recently, the image we associated with the word "spinster" was fairly universal: a bottled-up woman in a high-neck shirt, hair pulled into a tight bun. So it was a good sign of progress when the term was discarded and replaced with "single woman."
"Hey, I would love to get married -– I'm still old-fashioned," Crow told Good Housekeeping. "But I don't think marriage is
Let's face it: whether we have dogs, ferrets, birds or cats, we're all pretty crazy about our pets. So, why are women with cats commonly called "crazy cat ladies," as though they've just been branded with the scarlet letter?
Who would do such a thing? Spend months planning a picture-perfect wedding, only to leave her groom, cold, on the steps of the altar, after a speech announcing to the congregation why she did it? That person was me.
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Nix old maid... nix bachelorette... I'm going with spinster. It's archaic and has a certain ring to it. I think of Jane Austen and well-dressed, polite, independent women. Spinster is so out, it's in.
In our very modern society, a wife is held in high esteem, a divorcee gets credit for trying and people just feel sorry for the always-single woman who's never gotten a man to say "I do."
On the day that lesbian and gay New Yorkers could finally legally wed their life partners, a thought occurred to me that I hadn't considered before. At the over ripe age of 35, I was now a spinster.
"I know a lot of women like you," said my date, admitting he was trying to figure out why a 'great girl' like me was still single.
The first really concrete memory was of an event that occurred one November when we lived in Brooklyn, New York, and I was
Barbie will turn 50 on March 9. She has never married. Think about that for a minute. The ideal, American pin-up girl is a spinster.
Not long ago, during an otherwise boring week, I decided to make another play for Josh, the screenwriter with whom I'd lost