I sat in Pinkies Nail Salon on Saturday, using up a steal of a Groupon deal and getting my People magazine fix (which, I unabashedly will not try and discredit with some pithy apology – I will own my love for this magazine, I will). The need for more poppy tunes from Justin Timberlake? Whatever. I’d rather sing along to MJ. The Bieber bearing his pubescent chest for his adoring fans? My child is cuter. But a four-page spread on Downton Abbey? Hello. I’m in.
I gushed again over the Lady Mary’s wedding dress and one-of-a-kind crown, grateful for my own wedding Etsy finds. I giggled at the dowager countess’ yummy one-liners, making Nancy the nail technician gab even louder in Cantonese to her Chinese counterparts. And then, as I’m doing here on the inter-webs, I gave People credit for getting this right:
“It’s a family saga, and now our communities are so fragmented. I think we yearn to be in a place like Downton Abbey, all together.”
Is this part of what makes Downton the early 20th century cult following of our day and age? Has our society, with each person walking down the street staring at their individual cell phones, lost that which we crave for the most?
Because at Downton, every single night, the family does this:
They gather and eat together, both celebrating and mourning the ups and downs of life while dishing themselves a helping of the delectable salmon mousse from the first footman. Of course, more realistically, my own dinner table looks like this, with the maid’s pinafore exchanged for my uniform of yoga pants and Uggs:
Community. Being together. Eating together. Knowing each other.
Sometimes I don’t realize how passionate I am for community until I don’t have it – and it’s then that I realize how necessary it is to my very being. My soul – and I’m betting yours as well – yearns to be loved and known and understood, and although being alone and figuring out who we are apart from others is necessary, I need a village to surround me.
I need people, outside of the HBH (Hot Black Husband) and Cancan, to come alongside me, to see me in my messiness and every once in awhile at my best. I need them to hear the baby squawking, and to reach over and grab him, while touching my arm, saying I get it. I’ve been there. I understand.
From the workplace to church to various neighborhoods we’ve lived in, to Thursday mornings with other new mamas and to dog parks alike, I’ve experienced the beauty of being with people. Even right now, as I sit here at the Flora Grubb espresso bar, discussing the best Indian food in the city and hearing that another name for your neighborhood drug dealer is a “local pharmaceutical entrepreneur,” I want and I desire the realness of humanity right here next to me.
In that way, every Monday here on the blog, we’re going to enter into and remember community. We’ll hear from various voices and their stories of community – how has your community shaped you, how has it made you a better person?
Are you interested in submitting a post on community? I’d love to hear your perspective – message me and let me know!0