Perfect women

A successful executive suffers a nervous breakdown. To rest, her husband moves with the whole family to a country town. There she begins to notice a strange coincidence: all the wives of the place obey with great dedication to their husbands, seeming happy with the situation. All are the same and have the same tastes and habits.

Anyone who watched the movie knows the anguish that Nicole Kidman’s character went through. The film is not new and neither is this dilemma. A woman with modern ambitions squeezed between the pressure of the market and the pressure of her family role.

Sometimes I get the feeling that people only feel fulfilled when they fit in extremes: either a beautiful housewife or an excellent market woman. Have you ever stopped to think that the beauty of gray is in the combination of black and white elements? Because our beauty can be precisely in the combination of our roles. And if the black of the corporate world can cause great stress, the white of home life can cause us frustration.

One of the most memorable scenes in the film was when the independent executive offers her husband to become one of the perfect women who lived in the city. That would require going through a laboratory and transforming herself into something she wasn’t, and out of love for her husband, she’d be willing to do that. This scene alone is worth the movie. Out of love, a woman chooses to be what her husband envisioned her to be. And the two descend to the laboratory to begin the transformation.

Strange thing are stereotypes, they exist, but they don’t please anyone. Stereotype is an external thing that causes anguish, a feeling of displacement and lack of belonging. Different from the vocation that comes from within the soul and brings us fulfillment and a feeling of fullness. I believe that the perfect woman is the one who cares more about her vocation and less about fitting into existing stereotypes.

Returning to the film, the husband was very pleased with what he saw in the new city, domesticated women, in uniform, always at the service of their husbands. In the early days, the idea of ​​having such a wife seemed to bolster his self-esteem and create an ideal life. He only had one problem: To gain such a wife, he would have to lose his real woman, the one who had drawn him to life together and had somehow made him happy up until that point.

Faced with the dilemma between the stereotype of the perfect housewife and the successful executive, he gives up both and chooses simply to have his wife, with all her qualities and flaws. I believe this was really a happy ending.