when did this become my life?
Email from a former colleague:
Hello all-
Just wanted to see if any of you would be interested in joining me (along w/some ** teachers-single and not) for some St. Patty's Day celebrating. We are planning to go over to the **, on ** St. around 4pm that day. We also thought we'd where [sic] green and perhaps have some type of funny hat or something else going on.
Please let me know if you'd like to come along. I believe ** is joining us and a few other girls have their boyfriends/husbands going as well.
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When did I become the kind of person who would hang out with people in a bar at 4 pm wearing green and a funny hat? When did I become the kind of person who cares if there are men in the room or not? When did I become the kind of person who doesn't chafe at 50-year-old women referred to as "girls"?
Don't get me wrong - I like my friends and will do silly things often. But this isn't silly, this is what middle-aged teachers do to be rebellious. A funny hat? That's something my mother would do when she was my age.
And I am most definitely NOT my mother - though for a minute there in Ghana, when the humidity had my hair frizzed beyond recognition and I was tired and headachy - in the mirror in the dark, I kind of looked like her, and I had a minor freaking-out moment that Dayton and CeCe had to bring me down from.
But I'm also nearing 40 and that is most definitely a mother's age. So who the hell am I? Thank goodness that most of my friends don't have kids, and those who do are still cool, so that we can forge out a new identity that is not "girl" and is not "mother."
We are something else altogether - whole people who aren't overly concerned about wrinkles and maturity.
And we don't have to wear funny hats to have a good time, though I do demand the Krispy Kreme caps of the mins.
Hello all-
Just wanted to see if any of you would be interested in joining me (along w/some ** teachers-single and not) for some St. Patty's Day celebrating. We are planning to go over to the **, on ** St. around 4pm that day. We also thought we'd where [sic] green and perhaps have some type of funny hat or something else going on.
Please let me know if you'd like to come along. I believe ** is joining us and a few other girls have their boyfriends/husbands going as well.
************
When did I become the kind of person who would hang out with people in a bar at 4 pm wearing green and a funny hat? When did I become the kind of person who cares if there are men in the room or not? When did I become the kind of person who doesn't chafe at 50-year-old women referred to as "girls"?
Don't get me wrong - I like my friends and will do silly things often. But this isn't silly, this is what middle-aged teachers do to be rebellious. A funny hat? That's something my mother would do when she was my age.
And I am most definitely NOT my mother - though for a minute there in Ghana, when the humidity had my hair frizzed beyond recognition and I was tired and headachy - in the mirror in the dark, I kind of looked like her, and I had a minor freaking-out moment that Dayton and CeCe had to bring me down from.
But I'm also nearing 40 and that is most definitely a mother's age. So who the hell am I? Thank goodness that most of my friends don't have kids, and those who do are still cool, so that we can forge out a new identity that is not "girl" and is not "mother."
We are something else altogether - whole people who aren't overly concerned about wrinkles and maturity.
And we don't have to wear funny hats to have a good time, though I do demand the Krispy Kreme caps of the mins.
posted by NOLA at 1:53 PM
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