I passed the juniors section in a department store recently that included an entire wall of girls' T-shirts with glittery script: "Princess," "Diva," "Drama Queen" and "Spoiled." I'm normally untroubled by such crap. But I got to thinking about who makes those T-shirts.
Would a creative woman who worked her butt off to get to the top of a company approve of that as a cute message for young girls to brand themselves with? What about a man? Is he really looking to foster the next generation of headache-inducing diva drama queens that other guys are going to have to marry and later divorce?
It is times like this, when I am sounding like Andy Rooney, that I begin to ask myself – WWTBOGD? (What Would The BOG Do?) Probably talk Alabama Football.
So, would The Bear approve of his daughter wearing this stuff? No.
Fast-forward 30 years. The "Spoiled Rotten" T-shirt girl is grown up and married with two kids. The kids are less cuddly, already in middle school, and the husband works a lot. She resents the husband and has the vague sense that he did not hold up his end of the bargain. Although she is not exactly sure what that bargain was.
He never said that she would never have to work. He never said that he would be anything more than what he went to school to be – a generic middle-class business guy. Intellectually – and "on paper" – her life is a good one, but people don't live on paper, and that causes her to watch the numbers change while he snores.
She wants what humans have always wanted – MORE.
She wants sizzle. She wants GLAMOUR. And if she can't have glamour, she'll settle for its bastard cousin – drama.
"Spoiled" goes through her days now, more robotic than not, wearing comfort clothes with nothing written on them. Hubby is boring, drama-free and steady, and somehow the emblem of her dissatisfied life. She asks herself, "Is this it?" on too many drives home.
She wants the promise of her girlhood – the glitter and magic. Not these days of deadened motion.
You know why? Because of that stupid T-shirt.
3 comments:
What really pisses me off are the little shorty shorts or the sweats that have those sayings on their asses. That's really not cool. What mother allows their 13 year old daughter to run around with crap written on their ass???? Ew!
I don't know Carmen....I think the BOG likes those pants.
NOTE: Not on 13-year olds!!!!!
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