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This was a big one for me at the time. I was not yet married or even engaged, but I was thinking about how life opens up to love, how I'd barely scratched the surface having a job and a dog and myself, and that maybe the feminism of my youth was a little deceptive in its focus on the individual. In our quest for equal status and wealth, I think we minimize the power of giving oneself to another, how life-affirming that really is. That's what I was getting at here... that Hanna's mom wanted her daughter (and maybe Eve, by extension) to know that feeling. Eve longs for something vague, something that doesn't seem real. Could this be it?