Erudite (sometimes seemingly so circumloquacious) so-and-so (no stranger to sibilants) seeks post-structuralist feminist Abigail Adams, who neither demures from applying Jane Jacobs's analysis to the suburban milieu nor fails to hear in modern environmental discourse the very scientism Rachel Carson warned against. Ideally, will understand Heidegger (or has a profound desire to do so), appreciate Ursula K. LeGuin, have a familiarity with Deborah Tannen.
(Alternatively, I'd swoon for a cross between Sydney Ellen Wade and Lorelai Gilmore.)
The capacity to find the terrible beauty in the cacophonic complexity of "Dressed in Your Pajamas in the Grand Salon" is a plus.
Spiritually bound to neither cynicism nor teleology, she will know the source of the aphorism "The place to improve the world is first in one's own heart and head and hands, and then work outward from there."--and be prepared to put that principle into practice.
Simplicity is a mirage, and I have no interest in drinking sand. Those who conflate complexity with complication, best choose elsewhere.
"Many sentences contained in that [section] were of a very dangerous length and were performed by highly trained vocal practitioners. On no account should inexperienced life forms attempt to imitate them without proper medical, jaw, and lung supervision." - D. Adams
I am affectionate, spiritual, and intense