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Products are independently selected by our editors. We may earn an affiliate commission from links. This week, in honor of the impending update of a certain HBO show that might just have cemented a certain ideal of early aughts cosmopolitan friendship, we are celebrating the art of being acquaintedβin all its torturous complexity and beautiful glory.
Stay tuned for a close look at the perils and rewards of being a friendβand read the entire series here. For the first 18 years of my life, I was a one-woman woman, best-friendwise. When it came time to leave for college, Jazmine and I finally had to part ways; she went off to listen to indie rock and eat roasted seaweed in upstate New York, and I made my way to central Ohio to pursue my passion for drinking warm beer in cornfields.
Jazmine and I Facebook messaged daily and called each other several times a week, but in between our bouts of communication, something strange started to happenβI made friends. There was just one problem; where did this leave me and Jazmine? Eventually, though, I got over this particularly lame hang-up and started to appreciate the beauty of having manyβif not allβof the people you love in one room, drinking natural wine and making good-natured fun of you.
At the risk of sounding corny, what is sisterhood, really, if not people dropping everything to be there for you when you need them? When it comes to best-friendship, it took me a while to learn what the ladies of Sex and the City always knew: the more, the merrier.
Save this story Save. Emma Specter is the Culture Writer at Vogue , where she covers film, TV, books, politics, news and almost anything queer. Her first book, More Please: On Read more. Topics The Art of Friendship.