He thinks my tractor is sexy
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I couldn’t take the “Omigawd, when did you get so many gray hairs?!” exclamations anymore. Thank you helpful friends and acquaintances, but pointing out my gray hairs is akin to “Hey! You have cellulite!” or “Wow, your muffin top is looking extra wiggly!” Why do well-meaning people fail to realize that most people are very aware of their own physical appearance in a very detailed way?
Yes, I am under 30 and in possession of many gray/white/silver/whatever hairs. This may surprise you, but for some of us it is simply genetic destiny to go “gray” early. I remember finding my first white hair when I was 15; they have only multiplied since. Over the years I have dyed my hair for fun; now, for the first time, it was to “cover grays.” Oh, and to smooth out the 2-tone condition it has been in since I quit dying it when I was pregnant.
Guys get to be “distinguished” looking and all us women get is “old.” Why do we have to change every naturally occurring phenomenon that happens to our bodies? Our beauty standards seem to be set in stone on some things. We shave, pluck, wax, powder, dye, straighten, curl, etc. everything. Why can’t we at least have gray hair?
Despite common perception of the inherent “oldness” of gray hair, my husband told me he kind of digs it. He apologized if it sounded “weird” which I quickly assured him was the opposite of what I thought (of his comment). And I promise I wasn’t bribing him in any way to say such a thing, it was genuine. And I thought “That is pretty cool. And good thing too, because these puppies are just gonna keep increasing each year and I am sure I will eventually tire of dying it.” What a great guy!
The Cinderella Complex
Posted by admin | Filed under Thoughtful Rant
Have you ever met someone who seemed too good to be true? A little too sweet? A little too pure? Doesn’t use sarcasm? Has cartoon squirrels, bunnies, and birds perched on her/his shoulders?
I have met some people who seem nice and may even be sincere, but seem just a little too nice and perfect. It makes me uncomfortable and it makes me feel guilty for thinking they are full of crap (as their outward appearance, bunnies and all, is seemingly nice and charming). Am I so jaded that I can’t get over their super-sweet facade to see that they could be ‘for real’? I suppose this is all based on my theory that everyone has flaws, a bad day, etc. and can’t possibly like everyone and everything all the time. I’d like to think I have good instincts for discerning a person’s true nature; but some people I simply cannot fathom. My realist side says they are probably faking it, though their motivation makes this either a sinister or polite gesture. Or is it possible? Could this be the long lost human component of the old-school Disney movies?
Don’t get me wrong, I have met other people who are ridiculously nice and are believable (thank goodness for these people). Conversely, I have also met people that have a very obvious “transparent niceness” (as my husband calls it), where you can see the fangs just beyond the smile. Its this third category that always leaves me a bit uneasy.
I want to be a nice person and believe it, but I just can’t get there. For now, I just tread lightly and try to be super nice back to these people (even though they make me feel like Cruella DaVille by comparison). Also, I don’t trust people who don’t use/get humor. I used to have an optometrist (Dr.Crazy Eyes…that’s another story) who was always super serious. It made me nervous. I was so uncomfortable with him and he didn’t laugh or smile. Maybe he was a robot? I changed doctors; the new guy is great. He was concerned about an ongoing ocular issue, I told him I’d “keep an eye on it.” He smirked. Now that’s more like it.
