What did you think this post was about based on title alone?
Who says this phrase to each other?
I know I have. Countless times. Whenever we’ve embraced in the street and parted ways I’ve sent her off into the night with the parting ask, “text me when you get home.”
It’s imbued with layers of meaning.
Tell me you’re safe.
But also, talk to me some more. Our time together wasn’t enough.
Tell me about the ice cream you ate when you got home. Straight out of the carton. Bitch about the frozen layer of “protective ice” you had to scrape through to get to the goods.
Tell me what we his response was to that text it took us an hour to craft.
Tell me goodnight.
Female friendship continues to be the guiding light in my life — as I’ve spoken openly about it before.
So when I read this title I yelped in delight. I got it. I so got the necessity of this book.
Not to mention, it’s a brilliant title for a book.
And luckily, the book itself doesn’t disappoint.
Text Me When You Get Home, Kayleen Schaefer’s debut book, delves into her own revelation of the necessity of female friendship (she’s a reformed ‘guy’s girl’) as well as society’s revelation that women can be friends — yes, believe it or not it used to be believed that women didn’t have the temperament to be friends, such things were reserved for men.
If you ever wanted more insight into your own mother or the woman in the cubicle next to you, read this book.
Despite it being centered around the history of female friendships, I think it also brings much needed empathy to being a woman in modern society and lily-padding from friendship to friendship to keep yourself afloat.