A duck talk is simple: a group of girls (formerly bound together by participation in a play) get together and talk about our ducks. The first duck talk was mandated. We had to have a duck talk, except we didn't call it that. I think we called it "girlytime" then. (The play we were all in had some really important sexual themes/discussions and the director thought that it was important we talk with each other before we went into rehearsal. I laughed it off, and I thought it was going to be really dumb. But it was amazing. Rarely are conversations given purpose; most of the time conversations about sex, and romance and confusion are common but shallow, but duck talks allow for depth and total honesty and, most importantly, sharing.
We now call it a duck talk because of a joke that was made at the first talk. We felt that we could have all of our lives in order (all of our ducks) and then there would be one duck just staring at us (the love/sex duck). That duck is always trouble. So now we have duck talks.
And just for a good helping of irony, this morning we made smoothies from my "man-catching" blender. It didn't work. That's okay, our ducks aren't going to be in order any time soon.
love,
hannah
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