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When Vodka is Stronger than Blood

By: Rebecca Brown (View Profile)

I’ve been intrigued by the idea of the urban family since I first heard it uttered by Bridget Jones in Bridget Jones’s Diary. Bridget needed to discuss her potentially scandalous affair with her boss so, she organized an urgent meeting of her urban family—two girlfriends and a guyfriend—over dinner and cocktails.

The beauty of Bridget’s urban family—and of urban families everywhere—is that they can provide insight and advice based on what they’ve learned about you simply by being your friend. They’re willing to dig down into the details and focus on the good, the bad, and the ugly parts of our lives that we’re not always comfortable sharing with our blood relatives. They don’t make judgments or recommendations based on your birth order; they don’t remember that you wet the bed until you were seven, and they aren’t calculating how much a wedding will cost in the event that a scandalous affair with your boss results in an actual marriage.

Nope, that baggage is reserved exclusively for your blood relatives. Of course you love them—and they love you. You’ve got a lifetime of history of that love and the stories, secrets, and fights that go with it.

But if you live far away from your family, as many of us do, your circle of friends also becomes your day-to-day life support. As friends, they have access to the same information your blood relatives have…and a lot of intimate details your blood relatives don’t have. They know the people you’ve had sex with, for instance. What’s more, they know if you enjoyed it. They also know that you had an abnormal pap smear and will ask you about it incessantly until it’s resolved. They understand without explanation why you’re relieved to get your period or why you’re devastated, and they don’t think you’re crazy if you’re a little bit of both.

There’s that little issue of obligation that sometimes comes with blood relatives. How many times have you heard, “But I have to. She’s my sister.” The implication is that without the blood tie of family, the pressure of doing something you don’t want to do isn’t an issue. You can make a choice.
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posted: 05.29.2007
Rebecca Brown
CK - of COURSE you can be in the family (to be read with Godfather-like voice). It would be a pleasure. I'm bummed that I missed your half-birthday. When was it anyway? (And I'm not asking just because mine's a week away.) Bridget never had a straight man in her urban family, so it's likely that we will carry you on beds of palm leaves and feed you grapes while you give us straight man dating advice. You might have to carry a box or two also. If you're cool with that then....welcome to the family.
posted: 04.23.2007
Chris Kennedy
My half-birthday just passed...and nothing from my urban family. Can I be in yours? Mine is way too much like me...but they like me. Thanks for helping me appreciate my other family.
posted: 04.06.2007
Dayna Shaw
I love my nuclear family -- I really, really, do. But my Urban Family -- keeps me grounded, sane, goofy, confident, bold and feeling loved. And -- they know. Everything. It's awesome -- no need to hide, no need to put on a brave face -- they are the one's that let me let it all hang out. Cheers to my Urban Family, I love each and every one of them -- just as they are!
posted: 02.12.2007
Theresa Marcarian
So true! Enjoyed every well written tid bit! Theresa
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