I think I threw up in my mouth a little bit today at the mall. When you think that this type of crap is only seen in left-wing-type cities where the sun shines just a little too often (like the blonde hair dye has like totally seeped into my like super thin skull)....you'd be wrong. Background story as to why a diligent law student like myself was at the mall in the middle of the day on a Wednesday:
Heidelberg is this saturday! Hberg is a banquet held at the end(ish) of the year where the law school gets together, hands out awards, and drinks too much wine....which leads to inappropriateness on the dance floor. So of course this is my favorite event of the year! And since it's my last opportunity to embarrass myself in front of professors, lawyers, and (eek!) judges, I made the executive decision that I needed a great dress from Nordstrom. Ah Nordstrom. Remember that scene from Friends where Monica takes Ross's new girlfriend shopping at Bloomingdales and Pheobe says to her: "that's like cheating on Rachel in her place of worship!" - that is how I feel about Nordy's. Anyhooshier...where was I. Oh yes, the hideous sadness that was this new American phenomenon.
As I was paying for parking I looked to my left and saw her: A thirty-something woman in spandex booty shorts; her overly-tanned and rail thin legs making huge strides across the mall. Her hair was perfectly died a great shade of blonde and curled meticulously in that California wave that I so envy. Her face looked like it had a been freshly injected with botox. Perfect makeup. - you may ask: (1) what is so bad about that? and/or (2) how did you see her face so clearly? And I'll answer you...I saw her face when she turned to yell at one of her frumpy, overweight (borderline obese) children in tow. One boy and one girl being drug behind her like embarrassing garbage. The boy had a sucker in his mouth. The little girl had ROLLS. her pudgey hand being held by her mother's dainty hand, rock-sized diamond perfectly fit onto that one finger that supposedly means forever. I mean, REALLY!!?!! How is it that this woman has so much time to obviously go to the gym, the salon, the mall, the plastic surgeons, etc. and doesn't have time to pack her children a nutritious lunch?! Have you no shame?!
What is wrong with our culture is that we've put WAY too much emphasis on what we look like on the outside and not who we are to the world around us. Of course I'm throwing this woman under the bus in a huge way: those kids could have not been hers or she could have been a nanny. Whatever. The point I'm making is that if parents think they're so entitled to raise children, maybe they should be less selfish with their time. I know mothers who stay in great shape without compromising the care for their children. I had one such mother. Their is an obsession with age and looks that I just find repulsive. I want to scream at these woman: "act your age! you're not fooling anyone by shopping in the Juniors section and getting facelifts! you don't look younger! you look like you're trying to be younger!" christ almighty people...
So it's clear that I have two beefs with this woman: the first being her lack of age-appropriate clothing and the second being the health of her children in direct contrast to herself. It blows my mind that children are obese. Doesn't anyone go play outside anymore?! So so so so so avoidable. so so so so so sad.
Put down the Botox needles. Pick up a string-cheese. Hand it to your obese child.
I'll try not to slip and knock myself out on the way down off my soapbox.
that is all
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