It’s the weekend, I’d like to say I’m happy. No wait. Back up. It’s the weekend, man am I ever happy. How did life ever become about living for the weekend? Shouldn’t we balance the fun over every day of the week? I’ve gotten to the slow, steady point where I actually look forward to Friday night “date night.” Who’d have ever thought someone as date dysfunctional as me could ever look at a Friday night with anything other than dread? But here it is, Friday night. I’m even going to wear the little black cocktail sans Spanx. *Gasp* I know, I hope my mum doesn’t hear about this, she is the one who set me up with him, remember? She’d probably shudder at the thought I’d show anyone anything but perfect makeup, hair, and style and then she’d pack me right up and whisk me three states away to Ms. Parms Finishing School for Young Ladies. But I don’t blame her for her worry too much, it’s not her, it’s her generation.
Can you imagine being married and thinking you always have to look glamorous from the moment you awaken to the moment you sleep so your spouse doesn’t get rid of you? I can’t imagine why any sane woman would have married herself into that servitude a’tall. I can’t figure out why my mother still does. Not why she doesn’t get a divorce, I mean why she doesn’t just let go a little bit. It’s the millennium, you live in unglamorous Florida, the place where jorts (jean shorts) were invented, for crying out loud. She wouldn’t dream of facing my father in the morning without her makeup creamed on to perfection. You think I’m kidding? Heck, I can make up quite some dandy’s but even I can make this up. If you don’t believe me, look at the last pic on this blog, it’s an actual copy of a list of the traits of a good wife as found in the May 1955 issue of Housekeeping Monthly magazine.
Take from? Sure there is. For as much as we constantly bemoan what a tragedy society is these days, perhaps every once in a while we should step back and see some of the positives too. Did you know when the Mary Tyler Moore show first aired it was conceived as shocking that a single woman would live alone and choose a career over a man and children? But worse, it was feared people would consider her to be, YIKES! divorced because she was previously seen on the Dick Van Dyke show as his wife? I, for one, am glad, thankful really, that I can date a partner who knows the real me, spanx-less, makeup-less, and sometimes not even filled with much niceness. Isn’t it wonderful to have the option to love and be loved by someone who “gets” you, not who you live a life of servitude to and out of gratitude they are loyal to you? As for me? It’s Friday night, another date night. And that last circled item below, “know your place?” yep, I know mine, it’s right here where my feet are. Life is Good. I wish each of you the very same, a Good Life. If you get a chance, check out Leezu! I know you will like what you find there, I always do. Taxi: