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“Dress Like a Woman” Part 2

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45 announced recently, that  he wanted any female on his staff to “dress like a woman.”  I asked my friends on Facebook to post photos of their ideas of how a woman should dress, and I posted my own.  I’ll begin with that one, and show you what everyone else posted as well.

When you “dress like a woman,” this is what you look like:

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These are all examples of what women dress like.

This is an example of 45’s idea of how a woman should dress.  This is his wife, the FLOTUS.

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Self Acceptance in The New Year

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This year.   I have an exercise for you.  This is about self loathing. And self-acceptance.

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Take a plain white sheet of paper.  Fresh paper.  No lines.  And get a really good ink pen…whatever kind you like.  Then….make a list.  Write the numbers 1 – 10 in a line down the page.

Next, list the top ten things that you loathe about yourself.  It could be anything.  Your hair.  Your inability to come up with a clever witticism when needed.  Your inability to perform mathematical calculations.  You’re a lousy cook.  You think you’re too fat.  You hate the sound of your own voice.  Whatever you don’t like about yourself….Write it down.

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THEN….

BURN IT!!!                                     René Best guitarist

That’s right.  Take the list outside and set that mo-fo on fire!  Burn up every single negative, self-loathing thing you said about yourself…and when the fire goes out and you are left with ash….send it up to the sky!  Let the breeze carry it away!

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Then….Make a new list.

Make a bunch of lists.  Put them up all over your house.  List the things you love about your life.  List the things you love about yourself.  List those things you are grateful for.  List the people and things that make you happy.

Then smile.

There is nothing wrong with you.   Everything is as it should be for now.  Everything is going to be alright.

Husbands, Wives and Blue Jasmine

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John and I went to see Woody Allen’s latest masterpiece, Blue Jasmine, last night.  The story is centered around a once-monied woman whose dependence on men resulted in her insanity and homelessness.

The film was an updated version of Tennessee Williams’s anti-heroine reveries about a faded Southern aristocracy that has been replaced by contemporary delusions that were bred by life as lived among the 1 percent in the Hamptons and in Manhattan.

The film begins with Jasmine’s (née Jeanette’s) arrival in San Francisco, broke but still flying first class, the dazed victim of a financial scandal involving her former husband.   Now homeless, she is forced to rely on the comfort of her adopted  sister, the slightly depressed, but still happy-go-lucky Ginger, who is romantically involved with a blue-collar lug named Chili.

Ginger resides in San Francisco’s version of the Barrio, and accepts her “lower” lot in life.  She works as a grocery clerk, a low, but honorable position in society.  Good, honest work.   Although she would love to “move up” she does what she has to do to get by.  Jasmine, on the other hand, cannot accept the fact that she has moved from point A to point B and dwells continually in her former state of wealth that disappeared from her grasp due to her reliance upon a man…her former husband…who let her down.

This film was written to perfection.  It was beautifully shot and directed very well.  I do not fault Allen’s failure to capture lower class San Francisco accurately, since he is such a New York-afile, but this was an unimportant detail in the overall scheme of things.  It was a great film!

It was also jarring.

How many women do you know that develop false senses of security because they are, or once were, married to wealthy men?  When I think of the ones in my own family, I feel ashamed and embarrassed.  When these marriages fail, they retain the sensibilities that their undeserved privileged lives once imparted,  and they become jokes in the eyes of society.

These individuals may still drive their luxury automobiles or wear their designer clothes, but they live in dumps and behave as though they are notches above their neighbors with whom they now share the same income brackets.  They need wake up calls to tell them that THINGS are just THINGS.  They need to come back down to earth and stop being pretentious.

Karma only tends to be a bitch if you are….and this goes for men and women alike.   Ones actions create that person’s  karma, and if someone wound up in the dregs of the low life, it is of her own doing.    Winding up as Cate Blanchet did  in Blue Jasmine  is not the fault of the crooked  ex husband.  It is the fault of the woman that places her faith in a man and thinks that it elevates her above other people.  Those types DESERVE to be taken down a notch or two, and I smile broadly as I think of a couple that this has happened to.

Women should be strong.  They should stop taking handouts from their husbands, generate their own income streams and be self-reliant and independent.  A marriage should be a partnership…Not a free ride.  Every person alive should learn to make his or her own way through this life.  If a spouse is successful, that is great.  However, one should not assume that another person’s success is HER success.  It isn’t.   Her husband’s success is HIS success.

Every woman should be strong and independent on her own.  She should prepare for life’s ups and downs and not put all her eggs into one basket.  She should become whole before marrying instead of expecting her husband to complete her.

If she doesn’t, she may just end up in a living hell where it is hot….hot….hot.    If she doesn’t become whole first, she will end up whining about her ex husband for the rest of her life and claiming that it was all HIS fault,  instead of living the good life that every woman should have.

There’s Something About an Aqua Velva Man

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What happens when men play the roles that women usually play in television advertisements?

Oh, How I Love my Tea

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“Oh How I love my tea,
Tea in the afternoon
I can’t do without it
And I think I’ll have another cup
Very, very soon!”

I always think of my best woman friend, Katy, when I hear this song. She is a Brit, and we have shared many cups of tea together in the afternoon. Tea, in fact, has always been a big part of my life.  I collect teapots.  I have dozens of different varieties of exotic teas.  When I am in San Francisco, in particular, or anywhere in the world,  I go to tasting-after-tasting to try all of the rare tea blends….and I usually end up spending WAY too much money on tea, but it does bring me a great deal of pleasure, so I allow myself this indulgence once or twice a year.

When I lived in Houston, a few of my women friends and I used to meet for high tea at the Four Season’s Hotel once a month. I have heard rumors that the hotel no longer offers this service, but back in the day, it was great. We would wear our best hats and lace gloves and enjoy our poached quail egg with truffle aioli on toast, or chevré and Portobello mushroom profiterole, or whatever they were serving on the particular day.    The lovely tiered silver tray would have alternate layers of sweet and savory offerings…tiny cucumber toast points with cream cheese and fresh dill…petite fours filled with chocolate mousse…or vanilla bean créme. Divine!

The dining room was grand, and the wait staff was formal and attentive. Having tea in Houston was not like having high tea in London, but like most things Texas, it did have a charm of its own. I drew the line, of course, if anything was served on that horrible Texas toast. 🙂

There would be live classical music played in one corner of the room, and the waiters all wore formal suits. People spoke in low, but friendly, voices. It was a lovely way to spend the afternoon. Of course, we would all have glasses of champagne at the end as well, and would give these nice toasts to one another and our lives and families. I enjoyed these afternoons, very much.

So I raise my glass…or my tea cup, as it were, and toast the days gone by….to Peggy and Tamara….to Katy….to live and love and happiness.
And now, I shall prepare myself a cup of pear ginger white tea and get back to work! I talked to a friend on the phone until the wee hours of the morning today, so I need a pick-me-up to get me going. It’s almost noon already! yikes!