I’ve been falling in love with the same woman my entire life.
She’s had different names over the years. She’s had different faces. There have even been very real differences between her incarnations. But at the core, she’s always been my latest and most mature understanding of “the Ideal Woman.”
The ideal woman doesn’t exist any more than the ideal man exists. I know that. But it’s the best phrase I have for this abstract idea. I don’t know where I’m going with this, but it’s constantly been on my mind for the last week. I need to talk about it. Maybe I’ll have a point. Maybe not.
Think about a product that goes through generations of change over years, but it’s still recognizable as the same product each time. If you compare the first iPhone from 2007 with the current model, it would seem radically different. But if you compared the first iPhone to the second, then the second to the third — and so on, including last year’s model to this year’s — you recognize the same idea and same product. But the latest is radically different from the very first.
If you compared my first Ideal Woman with my most recent, you would see differences, but the core elements — the ideal parts in each of them — are startlingly similar.

Tough problem: What does a free society do about unfit parents?
EU Nanny State bans young kids from evil balloons and whistles
Federal control of Internet security would put Barney Fife in charge
An emotional vampire craves you, but he doesn’t know how to love
3 years after my father’s death, happy memories getting stronger
Nobody can ever be good enough when perfection is the standard
Why do we accept ‘one size fits all’ rules that force us to fight each other?
Let’s try a candid conversation just for the few who want to hear
Predictions of doom keep failing, so isn’t it rational to doubt them?