Everything will be okay in the end.

loving someone is a valid use of time. it angers me that healthy, happy relationships are a less respected accomplishment than healthy, happy jobs or healthy, happy degrees or  healthy, happy money. You can’t be a housewife anymore I guess.

Joan Brandwyn: It was my choice… not to go. He would have supported it.

Katherine Watson: But you don’t have to choose.

Joan Brandwyn: No, I have to. I want a home; I want a family, that’s not something I’ll sacrifice.

Katherine Watson: No-one’s asking you to sacrifice that, Joan, I just want you to understand you can do both.

Joan Brandwyn: Do you think I’ll wake up one morning and regret not being a lawyer?

Katherine Watson: Yes, I’m afraid that you will.

Joan Brandwyn: Not as much as I regret not having a family, not being there to raise them. I know exactly what I’m doing and it doesn’t make me any less smart.

[Katherine looks down]

Joan Brandwyn: This must seem terrible to you.

Katherine Watson: I didn’t say that.

Joan Brandwyn: Sure you did. You always do. You stand in class and tell us to look beyond the image, but you don’t. To you a housewife is someone who sold her soul for a center hall colonial. She has no depth, no intellect, no interests. You’re the one who said I could do anything I wanted. This is what I want.

Katherine Watson: [hugs Joan] Congratulations. Be happy.

Boyfriend: … done what?

Me: ……………. rolled around on my bed together.