So, I'm another year older today. And don't I know it. I thought I was OK with this - you know - because age is only in the mind and all.. (sigh).
But DUDE. I got called "mam" four times this week! FOUR. And not by students who sometimes call me that. . The ones in ROTC do, anyway. And not by anyone who knows I am a year older today. Four perfect strangers called me mam this week - all unrelated.
I had to ask myself, "When did that happen? When did I become a mam?"
The first time it happened, I thought "How funny. What a weird-o! Mam is such an outdated word."
The second time, I actually looked down at my clothes. "OK, so I'm not wearing a teeny tank top and teeny shorts (which is strike one if you are my age and still wearing that - a clear indication of Mam status); my clothes aren't that 'last season', though I could use a trip to New York and Co. - no mom jeans or anything."
And then I realized, "Oh. It's my underwear.. (has to be!) cotton.. briefs...holes.." And I swore I would do better tomorrow. And yeah yeah, even though the culprit wasn't something others would notice, per se, I was obviously giving off the cotton brief vibe, a.k.a, the mam vibe!
The next day I wore a racy black thong.
It was horrible.
But I wore it anyway, just to try and get the mam off of me.
It didn't work.
Twice more I got called mam. Is it because I have a kid? Does that automatically give a girl mam status? I have noticed a few more things sagging.. Is it my laugh lines that give me my mamish-ness? Is this one of those things that I just have to accept as part of the aging process?
PLEASE someone,tell me.
Until then, I guess I'll go and watch the Sex in the City movie to feel better about myself.
p.s. I wonder which of my reactions to being called mam was the the worst. Was it when I stood there, mouth agape, in my local coffee establishment when the rather large man in a tutu called me mam? Or was it when the new hire colleague at work called me mam in the copy room?
p.p.s. Sucks to my asthmar!!!
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Thursday, October 9, 2008
Hello, Mam. May I hold your walker for you?
So, I'm another year older today. And don't I know it. I thought I was OK with this - you know - because age is only in the mind and all.. (sigh).
But DUDE. I got called "mam" four times this week! FOUR. And not by students who sometimes call me that. . The ones in ROTC do, anyway. And not by anyone who knows I am a year older today. Four perfect strangers called me mam this week - all unrelated.
I had to ask myself, "When did that happen? When did I become a mam?"
The first time it happened, I thought "How funny. What a weird-o! Mam is such an outdated word."
The second time, I actually looked down at my clothes. "OK, so I'm not wearing a teeny tank top and teeny shorts (which is strike one if you are my age and still wearing that - a clear indication of Mam status); my clothes aren't that 'last season', though I could use a trip to New York and Co. - no mom jeans or anything."
And then I realized, "Oh. It's my underwear.. (has to be!) cotton.. briefs...holes.." And I swore I would do better tomorrow. And yeah yeah, even though the culprit wasn't something others would notice, per se, I was obviously giving off the cotton brief vibe, a.k.a, the mam vibe!
The next day I wore a racy black thong.
It was horrible.
But I wore it anyway, just to try and get the mam off of me.
It didn't work.
Twice more I got called mam. Is it because I have a kid? Does that automatically give a girl mam status? I have noticed a few more things sagging.. Is it my laugh lines that give me my mamish-ness? Is this one of those things that I just have to accept as part of the aging process?
PLEASE someone,tell me.
Until then, I guess I'll go and watch the Sex in the City movie to feel better about myself.
p.s. I wonder which of my reactions to being called mam was the the worst. Was it when I stood there, mouth agape, in my local coffee establishment when the rather large man in a tutu called me mam? Or was it when the new hire colleague at work called me mam in the copy room?
p.p.s. Sucks to my asthmar!!!
But DUDE. I got called "mam" four times this week! FOUR. And not by students who sometimes call me that. . The ones in ROTC do, anyway. And not by anyone who knows I am a year older today. Four perfect strangers called me mam this week - all unrelated.
I had to ask myself, "When did that happen? When did I become a mam?"
The first time it happened, I thought "How funny. What a weird-o! Mam is such an outdated word."
The second time, I actually looked down at my clothes. "OK, so I'm not wearing a teeny tank top and teeny shorts (which is strike one if you are my age and still wearing that - a clear indication of Mam status); my clothes aren't that 'last season', though I could use a trip to New York and Co. - no mom jeans or anything."
And then I realized, "Oh. It's my underwear.. (has to be!) cotton.. briefs...holes.." And I swore I would do better tomorrow. And yeah yeah, even though the culprit wasn't something others would notice, per se, I was obviously giving off the cotton brief vibe, a.k.a, the mam vibe!
The next day I wore a racy black thong.
It was horrible.
But I wore it anyway, just to try and get the mam off of me.
It didn't work.
Twice more I got called mam. Is it because I have a kid? Does that automatically give a girl mam status? I have noticed a few more things sagging.. Is it my laugh lines that give me my mamish-ness? Is this one of those things that I just have to accept as part of the aging process?
PLEASE someone,tell me.
Until then, I guess I'll go and watch the Sex in the City movie to feel better about myself.
p.s. I wonder which of my reactions to being called mam was the the worst. Was it when I stood there, mouth agape, in my local coffee establishment when the rather large man in a tutu called me mam? Or was it when the new hire colleague at work called me mam in the copy room?
p.p.s. Sucks to my asthmar!!!
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