Judith Viorst: “FRIENDS, GOOD FRIENDS, and SUCH GOOD FRIENDS”
BACKGROUND: Judith Viorst is an author of light verse, children's books, and magazine articles. In this essay, originally written for Redbook, Viorst explains what friendship is by describing different types of friends.
Ingmar Bergman (paragraph 2): a contemporary Swedish filmmaker, known for his artistic productions
Albert Camus (paragraph 2): a twentieth-century French writer and philosopher
ardor (paragraph 2): passion
nonchalant (paragraph 8): without warmth or enthusiasm
mutual (paragraph 8): join, shared
endodontist (paragraph 14): a dentist who specialized in root canals
crucial (paragraph 17): extremely important
forge (paragraph 18): from
dormant (paragraph 19): sleeping or inactive
perspective (paragraph 20): point of view
questing (paragraph 22): seeking
calibrated (paragraph 29): measured
1 Women are friends, I once would have said, when they totally love and support and trust each other, and bare to each other the secrets of their souls, and run—no questions asked—to help each other, and tell harsh truths to each other (no, you can’t wear that dress unless you lose ten pounds first) when harsh truths must be told.
2 Women are friends, I once would have said, when they share the same affection for Ingmar Bergman, plus train rides, cats, warm rain, charades, Camus, and hate with equal ardor Newark and Brussels sprouts and Lawrence Welk and camping.
3 In other words, I once would have said that a friend is a friend all the way, but now I believe that’s a narrow point of view. For the friendships I have and the friendships I see are conducted at many levels of intensity, serve many different functions, meet different needs, and range from those as all-the-way as the friendship of the soul sisters mentioned above to that of the most nonchalant and casual playmates.
4 Consider these varieties of friendship:
5 1. Convenience friends. These are women with whom, if our paths weren’t crossing all the time, we’d have no particular reason to be friends: a next-door neighbor, a woman in our car pool, the mother of one of our children’s closest friends, or maybe some mommy with whom we serve juice and cookies each week at the Glenwood Co-op Nursery.
6 Convenience friends are convenient indeed. They’ll lend us their cups and silverware for a party. They’ll drive our kids to soccer when we’re sick. They’ll take us to pick up our car when we need a lift to the garage. They’ll even take our cats when se go on vacation. As we will for them.
7 But we don’t, with convenience friends, ever come too close or tell too much; we maintain our public face and emotional distance. “Which means,” says Elaine, “that I’ll talk about being overweight but not about being depressed. Which means I’ll admit being mad but not blind with rage. Which means that I might say that we’re pinched this month but never that I’m worried sick over money.”
8 But which doesn’t mean that there isn’t sufficient value to be found in these friendships of mutual aid, in convenience friends.
9 2. Special-interest friends. These friendships aren’t intimate and they needn’t involve kids or silverware or cats. Their value lies in some interest jointly shared. And so we may have an office friend or a yoga friend or a tennis friend or a friend from the Women’s Democratic Club.
10 “I’ve got one woman friend,”" says Joyce, “who likes, as I do, to take psychology courses. Which makes it nice for me—and nice for her. It’s fun to go with someone you know and it’s fun to discuss what you’ve learned, driving back from the classes.” And for the most part, she says, that’s all they discuss.
11 “I’d say that what we’re doing is doing together, not being together,” Suzanne says of her Tuesday-doubles friends. “It’s mainly a tennis relationship, but we play together well. And I guess we all need to have a couple of playmates.”
12 I agree.
13 My playmate is a shopping friend, a woman of marvelous taste, a woman who knows exactly where to buy what, and furthermore is a woman who always knows beyond a doubt what one ought to be buying. I don’t have the time to keep up with what’s new in eyeshadow, hemlines, and shoes and whether the “smock look” is in or finished already. But since (oh, shame!) I care a lot about eyeshadows, hemlines, and shoes, and since I don’t want to wear smocks if the smock look is finished, I’m very glad to have a shopping friend.
14 3. Historical friends. We all have a friend who knew us when...maybe way back in Miss Meltzer’s second grade, when our family lived in that three-room flat in Brooklyn, when our dad was out of work for seven months, when our brother Allie got in that fight where they had to call the police, when our sister married the endodontist from Yonkers, and when, the morning after we lost our virginity, she was the first, the only, friend we told.
15 The years have gone by and we’ve gone separate ways and we’ve little in common now, but we’re still an intimate part of each other’s past. And so whenever we go to Detroit we always go to visit this friend of our girlhood. Who knows how we looked before our teeth were straightened. Who knows how we talked before our voice got un-Brooklyned. Who knows what we ate before we learned about artichokes. And who, by her presence, put us in touch with an earlier part of ourselves, a part of ourselves it’s important never to lose.
16 “What this friend means to me and what I mean to her,” says Grace, “is having a sister without sibling rivalry. We know the texture of each other’s lives. She remembers my grandmother’s cabbage soup. I remember the way her uncle played the piano. There’s simply no other friend who remembers those things.”
17 4. Crossroads friends. Like historical friends, our crossroads friends are important for what was—for the friendship we shared at a crucial, now past, time of life. A time, perhaps, when we roomed in college together; or worked as eager young singles in the Big City together; or went together, as my friend and Elizabeth and I did, through pregnancy, birth, and that scary first year of new motherhood.
18 Crossroads friends forge powerful links, links strong enough to endure with not much more contact than once-a-year letters at Christmas. And out of respect for those crossroads years, for those dramas and dreams we once shared, we will always be friends.
19 5. Cross-generational friends. Historical friends and crossroads friends seem to maintain a special kind of intimacy—dormant but always ready to be revived—and though we may rarely meet, whenever we do connect, it’s personal and intense. Another kind of intimacy exists in the friendships that form across generations in what one woman calls her daughter-mother and her mother-daughter relationships.
20 Evelyn’s friend is her mother’s age—“but I share so much more that I ever could with my mother”—a woman she talks to of music, of books, and of life. “What I get from her is the benefit of her experience. What she gets—and enjoys—from me is a youthful perspective. It’s a pleasure for both of us.”
21 I have in my own life a precious friend, a woman of 65 who has lived very hard, who is wise, who listens well; who has been where I am and can help me understand it; and who represents not only an ultimate ideal mother to me but also the person I’d like to be when I grow up.
22 In our daughter role we tend to do more than our share of self-revelation; in our mother role we tend to receive what’s revealed. It’s another kind of pleasure—playing wise mother to a questing younger person. It’s another very lovely kind of friendship.
23 6. Part-of-a-couple friends. Some of the women we call our friends we never see alone—we see them as part of a couple at couples’ parties. And though we share interests in many things and respect each other’s views, we aren’t moved to deepen the relationship. Whatever the reason, a lack of time or—and this is more likely—a lack of chemistry, our friendship remains in the context of a group. But the fact that our feeling on seeing each other is always, “I’m so glad she’s here” and the fact that we spend half the evening talking together says that this too, its own, way, counts as a friendship.
24 (Other part-of-a-couple friends are the friends that came with the marriage, and some of these are friends we could live without. But sometimes, alas, she married our husband’s best friend; and sometimes, alas, she is our husband’s best friend. And so we find ourselves dealing with her, somewhat against our will, in a spirit our chat I’ll call reluctant friendship.)
25 7. Men who are friends. I wanted to write just of women friends, but the women I’ve talked to won’t let me—they say I must mention man-woman friendships too. For these friendships can be just as close and as dear as those that we form with women. Listen to Lucy’s description of one such friendship:
26 “We’ve found we have things to talk about that are different from what he talks about with my husband and different from what I talk about with his wife. So sometimes we call on the phone or meet for lunch. There are similar intellectual interests—we always pass on to each other the book that we love—but there’s also something tender and caring too.”
27 In a couple of crises, Lucy says, “he offered himself for talking and for helping. And when someone died in his family he wanted me there. The sexual, flirty part of our friendship is very small—but some—just enough to make it fun and different.” She thinks—and I agree—that the sexual part, though small, is always some, is always there when a man and a woman are friends.
28 It’s only in the past few years that I’ve made friends with men, in the sense of a friendship that’s mine, not just part of two couples. And achieving with them the ease and the trust I’ve found with women friends has value indeed. Under the dryer at home last week, putting on mascara and rouge, I comfortably sat and talked with a fellow named Peter. Peter, I finally decided, could handle the shock of me minus mascara under the dryer. Because we care for each other. Because we’re friends.
29 There are medium friends, and pretty good friends, and very good friends indeed, and these friendships are defined by their level of intimacy. And what we’ll reveal at each of these levels of intimacy is calibrated with care. We might tell a medium friend, for example, that yesterday we had a fight with our husband. And we might tell a pretty good friend that this fight with our husband made us so mad that we slept on the couch. And we might tell a very good friend that the reason we got so mad in that fight that we slept on the couch had something to do with that girl who works in his office. But it’s only to our very best friends that we’re willing to tell all, to tell what’s going on with that girl in his office.
30 The best of friends, I still believe, totally love and support and trust each other, and bare to each other the secrets of their souls, and run—no questions asked—to help each other, and tell harsh truths to each other when they must be told.
But we needn’t agree about everything (only 12-year-old girl-friends agree about everything) to tolerate each other’s point of view. To accept without judgment. To give and take without ever keeping score. And to be there, as I am for them and as they are for me, to comfort our sorrows, to celebrate our joys.