Yes, but many women are afraid of "dying alone, eaten by Alsations" or whatever. That's why they put up with shit relationships.
Bridget kind of made a mockery of that. The author isn't the narrator, remember. She might have been afraid of dying alone without kids (although she was terrified when she thought she might be pregnant) but the reader would have been thinking "is that so much worse than being shackled to a git like Cleaver all your life? And anyway, you have loads of friends and a full social life, you're not alone. And look at Magda, living the supposed dream as a wealthy SAHM, and she can't have a conversation without the kid shitting somewhere and she's got problems too."
I know she got her happy ending and all, but she had to find her self respect and kick Cleaver to the kerb to get it.
Yes, we're agreeing. The 'dying alone' fear wasn't particularly new, but Bridget reflected the contemporary narrative of it as a satire of the 90s slant of the new generation of career women who would die childless and alone. Her happy ending comes from realising what she has in her life, although obviously by that point it includes a handsome, rich boyfriend.
TatianaBis, Mark is rich, he's the new Darcy, and a romcom trope all in one. No one's claiming that there's much reality to any of it; most middle class Georgian women didn't get their billionaires. But the character's stated driver in the novels is never money. She has her own flat, a job, eats out constantly, travels, has comfortably-off parents. She frames her need for a partner in terms of emotional wellbeing, mini-breaks, kids and the middle class cliches of the Smug Marrieds.