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In the 90s there was a widely spread anime trope of pairing up two women at work who were always together because work and one close with another because their careers had no momentum, they had no love life and no real relationships outside of one another.

Thusly they were lesbian coded.

To give some quick examples on a sliding scale of realism and severity Misato/Ritsuko in Evangelion, Nyamo/Yukari in Azumanga and Mihoshi/Kiyone in Tenchi.

Though honestly the trope was wide spread enough you could apply the dynamics to things like Rei and Usagi in Sailor Moon.

The core component is that one of them is a workaholic super serious person who tries really hard in matters of work and love and is in THE EXACT SAME POSITION as the other person who is a silly care little mess of a person likely to pass out drunk and need to be tucked in to bed by the serious and responsible one.

The thing I love about this trope is that the pairing works so well for yuri-coupling because through the sheer effort of being themselves the silly one is exposing the great lie of the world to the serious one.

Typically the silly one is actually good at their jobs. It's just not the only thing to their personality. They do not sacrifice their life, prospects and happiness to appease a system that does not care about them and act as living proof of their broken belief system that their partner has by living a fairly happy and carefree life while in the exact same "stuck in their career and love-life" issue.

No matter how much work the serious one does, Gendo will never respect Ritsuku or reciprocate her love. Nyamo will remain a single gym teacher and Kiyone will be a beat cop who gets no respect.

The lie of the world is exposed because the other person just chose to be happy. They aren't killing themselves for people and systems that will never ever give them the thing that they need and though Misato and Yukari are just as unhappy and hopeless as their counterparts, they know how to let their hair down. Even if they're a sloppy drunken mess at times. A manic pixie dream wife, so to speak.

It's through seeing the lie of capitalism and traditional family values exposed, that hard work and being a nice person are worthless virtues in a world that will exploit and never reward them, they begin admiring, respecting (and yes, loving) the other person and relying on them more and more.

I'm an old trans lady. Living proof of the lie of capitalism who wasted too many decades being the workaholic and doing the Right Thing for an uncaring society.

I can't help but adore that kind of ship. It's cheering on someone to break the social barriers and KISS THAT MESSY FOOL SLOPPY STYLE AND PAINT THE TOWN RED TOGETHER!

Anyone else overwhelmed with modern life expectations?

Like I could probably have graduated some housewife school like three times over now. I know the cleaning hacks. I know the social planning. I can perform the femininity, in skirts and pants. I know the sewing (functional and recreational) and the crafts. I can cook very well. I know other people of varying gender identities who can do the same (with or without the femininity, as it were).

What I can’t do is focus long enough to write 16 pages of essay on topics I am burnt out on (because of my university taking away spring break cause the Greek life kids couldn’t be responsible about the pandemic and not party for five minutes last semester), to further my education, for a career I never planned to even have as a kid, so I can be self sufficient (good) and avoid being told I’m wasting my potential (bad). Even though I’m smart enough for it, it’s not what I’m truly passionate about.

It’s all so much, like in another life I could have had a couple kids and a husband and a reasonably clean house and been living my best life by now, but instead all I have are increasingly taxing assignments, the single life, a messy house, no time for anything else and enough stress and anxiety to have been institutionalized over back then. Like I just want to be a homemaker. Thanks capitalism