Why are so many women opposed to meeting for lunch? The above story, from the February issue of Vanity Fair, has great vintage images and details the history of “lunching” as a verb. But I am surprised that the women interviewed for the article wouldn’t be caught dead having lunch with their friends today. So when do they see them? Dinner? That meal is sacrosanct in my book; family time. Breakfast? Ridiculous. Maybe they grab a coffee after yoga…
Lunch seems to have become a social taboo, a signifier of an idle life. This is sad to me. I love to meet my friends for lunch and try to set one up monthly. We are all as busy as the women interviewed for the story, but an hour a month doesn’t seem to kill any of us. Life is too short to not make time for our friends.