Why women kill for one day

I JUST had lunch with my good friend Caroline. The last time we had lunch was last May, and it’s now February, her birth month.

We discussed our health, what food to eat and avoid, and more topics mature women usually discuss. We refused to say older (cougar, perhaps?). Then we realized these topics were far off from the ladies who used to sashay down the white sands of Boracay in their bikinis.

Food came, and we continually talked about books, work, our work ethics, retirement plans, and tricks of Pio. Then we discussed the series “One Day,” among other things. She suggested why don’t I write a review of the series.

Here it is. Well, not a review, but more of my thoughts about it. However, I would love to write about the two series I watched over the last two weekends in February. The two series are poles apart.

One Day is an adaptation of a novel written by David Nicholls. It’s a British romantic drama series. It’s one of the few books whose TV adaptation stayed close to the book.

What do I like—good chemistry, a good actor (made me check his other films), a good actress, good direction, and a well-written screenplay. No mushy words.

There were no explicit references to race. Instead, the love story and the chemistry surpassed what was visually apparent. As Caroline said, it emphasized solely the disparity in their social standing.

Compared to the film, the series explored further. Character development was evident. You get to discover the events that unfolded and led the story to its current situation.

The next series is a pole apart in terms of genre.

Paraphrasing Amazon Prime, WHY WOMEN KILL is a darkly comedic drama that explores the lives of three women in three different decades. The eras shift from the 60s, 80s, and 2019, showing how each woman deals with her husband’s infidelity.

Another good friend, Cri, suggested this series. It’s funny. It’s wry humor. The characters are interesting. The casting was good, close to perfect. It’s one of those series you would love to rewatch.

If I were a man watching this, I’d think twice about looking at a woman other than my wife.

After watching both series, I saw a common ground. The female characters are strong and independent. They don’t rely on their men. Well, one started as your typical housewife who waits on her husband. Eventually, someone banged on her head and made her realize her worth.

As I think about the female characters, their stories mirror our personal experiences as we deal with our daily struggles and triumphs. May we, then, break free from these confined roles and view these women as lighthouses, reminding us of our strength and worth as empowered individuals.