mother may i be the friend you've always needed

the only thing Gerwig's 'Barbie' did for me was make me miss my mom

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I like to imagine if my mom suddenly woke up in her twenty-two year old body that we would be the best of friends. We would have matching shoes— Adidas Gazelles, hers red and mine black. We would wear the same shade of lipstick, prefer the same flavor of wine, and smoke the same brand of cigarettes. I imagine that we would both have the same temper, the same sense of humor, the same dreams, the same hobbies, the same habits. I imagine her saying to me, “I’m so glad I have someone like you in my life.” And I would respond, “Bro, you just read my mind.”

We would probably fit the same size of clothes and listen to the same type of music, but I don’t think we could ever agree on what to eat for lunch. I also think we would have drastically different taste in guys and have opposing views on our favorite movies. But if we went to see Greta Gerwig’s Barbie together, I think we would have cried at the same parts.