Inspirational Woman: How 16 Incredible Women Define ‘Perfect Happiness’

Inspirational Woman: How 16 Incredible Women Define ‘Perfect Happiness’

Women’s News: When Girlfriends Save Your Life

Women’s News: When Girlfriends Save Your Life

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Women’s News: When Girlfriends Save Your Life

Shannon Bradley-Colleary

Aging vaintress, wife dominatrix, mom butler and humble author who is slightly mustachioed

When I was 9 years old, my mom went through a debilitating divorce from my stepdad and I moved in, permanently, it would turn out, with my dad and stepmom.

I was a wreck.

I threw up and had fevers whenever I flew alone from my dad’s Southern California home to visit my mom in the Bay area. I felt isolated and afraid. I didn’t immediately fit in with my new family and when I did start to feel I belonged there, I was dogged by a horrible sense of betrayal toward my mom. I named this feeling, which was almost like a living person, “Divided Loyalties.”

I felt like I was moving through the world with no skin on, as if I were a creature who’d lost its shell so that everyday problems — a mean kid on the playground, having no idea how to deal with my puberty-induced frizzy hair — seemed insurmountable.

Then I met Kelly in the intimidatingly cross-eyed Mrs. Hibbard’s 4th grade class at Sycamore Elementary. Kelly was a petite, gamine 4′ 10″ (although now I think she claims she’s 4′ 11″ — she’s the only one of us who isn’t shrinking). She was half-Mexican, half-Caucasian via Scotland. She was eagle-eyed, tigerishly intelligent, stubborn as a pit bull and fiercely selective in giving her friendship.

I was her polar opposite; a people-pleaser who was friendly with everyone. A social butterfly. Years later, I asked her why she had chosen to befriend someone like me and she said very simply, “You were just so beautiful that I fell in love with you.” In doing so, she saved my life.

If you were going to be friends with Kelly, then you were also going to be friends with Viv. Kelly and Viv grew up just down the street from each other and had been sisters by choice since kindergarten. They still finish each other’s sentences.

Kelly in sixth grade. Me in sixth grade. Viv sixth grade2The three of us in sixth grade
Viv was one of about four Latina children in our elementary school and it wasn’t until years later that I discovered how hard that was for her. She was called names I won’t repeat here, but faced it with a spine of steel, determined to never let ’em see her cry.

Viv wasn’t quite as interested in befriending me, the blonde-haired, blue-eyed new girl who fit right in, but slowly, she accepted me as part of Kelly’s package.  Viv’s friendship wasn’t easily won, which made it all the more precious.

And it wasn’t always easy being Viv’s friend because she was (and is) outrageously gorgeous, with flashing white teeth, a think mane of black curls and a dimple in her left cheek I envied. In high school the boys I loved loved her instead of me. But no boy would ever rend our friendship asunder.

Kelly, Viv and I came to be known as the Hubba Hubba Girls in elementary school because we’d whisper, like old-timey Vaudeville performers, “Hubba, Hubba” when cute boys walked by. We passed furtive notes back and forth about our most passionate crushes, giving them code names to avoid detection. There was Juicy Fruit (his gum of choice), Tea (because of the brown color of his skin) and, I think, Sugarpops. (Kel? Viv? What was it? My peri-menopausal brain is at sea).

To our horror, some of our notes were intercepted and decoded after which we’d go underground, flying beneath the radar on the playground, no more dominating the cannonball or tetherball courts or winning arm-wrestling competitions, until we could cook up new names for our unrequited paramours.

The Hubba Hubba girls at Pearl Harbor in Oahu, 1990

The Hubba Hubba girls in our 20s at Pearl Harbor in Oahu, 1990. 

But, it wasn’t our shared crushes that bonded us. As it turns out, 1974, that difficult transitional year for me, was equally challenging for my friends. I won’t share their stories because they’re not mine to tell, but I think we each intuited a woundedness in the others that was inchoately felt before it was ever spoken.

We fell into empathy with each other. Our similar sadness cancelled out the differences in our backgrounds and temperaments — and we had the ability to make each other laugh until we peed our pants.

The Hubba Hubbas in Honolulu circa 1990

The Hubba Hubbas in Honolulu circa 1990. 

Over the years, our friendship has ebbed and flowed. There were times I felt a great distance from both of my oldest girlfriends. There were times we didn’t like each other very much. There were times I wondered whether we could reconnect or if we would simply just fade away.

When I got married in 2001, I hadn’t been close with either Kelly or Viv for some time, but I knew they simply had to be in my wedding as bridesmaids,because they were partly responsible for me selecting a loving spouse. It was through their love that I learned to love myself. It was their love that mitigated the shifting sands during that difficult period in my childhood. They were my solid foundation. And it was their love that helped me recognize what loyalty looks like in my then-fiancé, Henry. He loved me as they did, unreservedly and despite all of my flaws.

My wedding brought my friends back to me. Between us we had four daughters in three years. I can see in our daughters’ faces, our young faces lo those many years ago.

It gives me so much joy that our daughters seem to have a very similar chemistry to the chemistry the Hubba Hubbas had at Sycamore Elementary. They’re inscrutably ironic, dry of humor, sharp of wit and silly as mice on helium. There’s not a Mean Girl among them. And nothing makes me happier than seeing them together.

My girls, Haley and Lexipic

My girls, Clare and Bridget, and Kelly’s Haley and Viv’s Lexi at Crystal Cove in Newport Beach, July 2013. 

I want to say thank you to my fellow Hubba Hubba Girls for seeing me through the eye of the storm and out the other side. I know you’ll be there for me should times get rocky again. You are mine and I am yours. “Always and Forever” (the song of our friendship). I love you.

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Inspirational Woman: How 16 Incredible Women Define ‘Perfect Happiness’


The Huffington Post  |  By 

Since its inception, the Proust Questionnaire — an unscientific but nonetheless illuminating personality test created in the salons of nineteenth-century Paris — has shed light on the character traits and quirks of the many men and women who have completed it. Named after the most famous early figure to fill out the questionnaire, Marcel Proust, a similar version of the one he took now lives on the back page ofVanity Fair each month, providing a look into the minds of well-known writers, actors, politicians and other public figures.

“At Vanity Fair we’ve learned a thing or two about human nature through our years of fielding Proust replies,” editor-in-chief Graydon Carter wrote in 2009. “If you’re surprised by the staggering level of honesty that occasionally graces our questionnaire page … you’re not alone.”

When answering the question “What is your idea of perfect happiness?” Proust himself, at the age of 20, answered, “I really haven’t the courage to say what it is.” But some of our favorite women weren’t afraid to speak their joy. From baked potatoes to the great outdoors to peace of mind, here are 16 incredible women’s definitions of true happiness.

“A canoe, mixed sun and cloud, no deadlines in sight.”
– Margaret Atwood

“A verdant landscape filled with beautiful animals of all kinds, harp music, cumulus clouds in a bright-blue sky, and happy people conversing pleasantly, sipping cold sake from homemade bamboo cups.”
– Martha Stewart

“An empty house and a good book.”
– Bette Midler

“A big loaded baked potato and a good book with time to eat it and read it.”
– Dolly Parton

“Healthy, happy children. A wonderful, loving partner with whom to share my life.”
– Danielle Steel

“Loud bar, good band, cold beer, ride home.”
– Rachel Maddow

“Reading the Sunday Times on a sunny beach.”
– Jill Abramson

“Getting to the point in life where I can accept that the truth is there is no perfect happiness.”
– Mary Tyler Moore

“A glass of wine at sunset on Fire Island. / No homework.”
– Tina Fey

“Being totally present and at peace in the moment — and knowing that my children and grandchildren are all right.”
– Jane Fonda

“Waking up in the morning.”
– Lauren Bacall

“To sit by a clear river on a warm day in early July with the smell of cut grass in the air.”
– Helen Mirren

“Laughter and peace of mind.”
– Liza Minnelli

“Making a gourmet dinner with my husband, Tom, then just hanging out with our four children, their spouses, and our delightful grandchildren.”
– Cathy Rigby

“Searching for it.”
– Shirley MacLaine

“The absence of fear, and the recognition that we are all on this ship of fools together. We may in fact go to the big ship’s Art Deco bar and have a glass of champagne, toasting our foibles.”
– Carly Simon

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