Jul. 16, 2020

THE WORD "CRAP" IS UNLADYLIKE BUT---IT'S SO DAMN DESCRIPTIVE!

Some females never change-- regardless of their age--life experiences, monetary or marital status, or where they lived or worked.  Let me be frank.  If you are a female and--growing up--- were known as a NASTY BITCH, then…chances are good you are still A NASTY BITCH...fifty years later.

I don’t apologize for stating exactly what I think.  I grew up with more than a few females who were spiteful, mean, hurtful, and inconsiderate to others.  MOST OF THE TIME---that’s how they behaved toward females like me---the ones who intimidated them!  The poor little females who lacked confidence-- didn’t wear stylish clothes--weren’t popular with the boys-- or didn’t wear Revlon’s Snow Pink Lipstick…were ignored by THE NASTY BITCHES.   Real Bitches don't waste time "hating or despising" unattractive or non-threatening female competition.

IF you are wondering why I’m playing “ring around the rosy” with my words and various highlights from my past well----HERE WE GO:

 "IF you are a female who has always taken pride in looking attractive and feeling “put together”----WHY would you SUDDENLY STOP  because you reach a certain age or stop-working or--- lose your partner?!?!?

I moved to Hot Springs Village because of its affordable housing, natural scenery, fire, police, and emergency services, and—most importantly---its protected entrances.  I DIDN’T MOVE to the Village to suddenly look, act, and feel RETIRED. Nothing about “WHO I AM” changed when I moved to---what many consider to be---a retirement community. It's time to acknowledge that People of all ages live in this VILLAGE SO…IT’S NOT A RETIREMENT COMMUNITY.

And, by the way, I tried wearing my hair “au naturale” and…I looked old, washed out, and….worst of all….an abundance of gray hair simply reminded me of my mother so….yes... I live in the Village and dare to... color my hair!

Anyway, a few days ago I needed milk so I stopped at Dollar General--- just outside the Village’s West Gate.  While I was waiting in a long checkout line, the “older” woman behind me, tapped me on the shoulder and said: “Don’t you live in the Village”?  I smiled and said “Yes” then added that I’d moved to the Village two years ago.  I asked if she lived in the Village which prompted her to "mount her soapbox" and start preaching:” Of course!  I’ve lived in the Village for almost twenty years and I’ve made many lasting friendships and….that’s because I believe in “fitting in” and not trying to look like THE STAR of the show or…to dress better than everyone else.  Apparently…since every time I see you….you’re alone...that means you don’t have a husband or a boyfriend so--you should know—that is a "red flag" for  us "married women" in the Village.  We don’t like “sharing” our husbands with single women….especially those who refuse to “GO GRAY” and who insist on wearing lots of MAKE UP.  The very fact you wear red lipstick turns other women "off".  You see, many of us were taught as teenagers that RED LIPSTICK is only worn by women “ON THE MAKE”. Anyway, I decided to tell you the facts when I saw you so close, thinking you might…..”

 I interrupted this tangled mess of a woman with the "butchy" chopped-off white hair; water-balloon-sized breasts dangling over the edge of a beach-ball-sized stomach; and a triple-chin-full of stiff, wiry hairs----to say: “Lady…and I use that word, reluctantly….  I have no interest in knowing who you are….and I absolutely don’t give a damn what you think about me or…how I look... or dress…or what color lipstick I wear!

If you know what’s good for you…You’ll mind your own business.  Don’t ever approach me again with your opinion.  In fact…if you ever say another word to me, anytime or any place---ever again—I will call the police. And, I will file a charge of Harassment against you.  Actually, you’re a threat to society".

There comes a time in everyone’s life when….we simply-refuse to take anymore CRAP from anyone. Its "that time" in my life and…if you know what’s good for you…you will NEVER CRITICIZE my RED lipstick! 

I refuse to open my door… visit the mail box…hike with Cubby Dog…or talk on the phone without my RED lipstick.  Everything I do or say is better simply-because I’m wearing my “perfectly applied” RED LIPSTICK.

STAY STRONG AND REMEMBER:

YOU ARE IMPORTANT AND  SHOULD ALWAYS "DANCE" TO YOUR OWN MUSIC. WHY TRY TO "FIT IN" WITH A CROWD OF MISFITS, REJECTS, AND UNATTRACTIVE---NASTY BITCHES?!?!?

LOVE LIFE/LOVE YOURSELF. MAKE EVERY DAY FUN AND---BE SURE TO WEAR YOUR LIPSTICK! (I suggest RED).

SALLY