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Thursday, February 23, 2006

Recess and Deep Thought

For some reason I had a flashback to the fourth grade, to a particular occasion when I was standing in the recess line waiting for the bell to ring so we could be led back to class. I remember pondering the concept of marriage, as there had been much heated discussion, teasing and 10 year old theorizing about the nature of love, marriage and....You guessed it, sex, going on amongst the girls of my class.

Now, when I say sex, I am using the term as an adult; no one in the fourth grade back then would say the word, and no one really knew what it was...but we did suspect something was up and it had to do with boys and kissing them. However, this wasn't what I was thinking about...I was caught up with the terrible realization that for me to get married, somebody had to ask me! I wasn't too optimistic about my prospects either, since none of the fourth grade boys seemed too terribly interested in marrying anyone, and if they were, it would be Meg Barbeau because she was the prettiest girl in the class.

I was sincerely worried about this, and equated it with the fear every kid goes through when choosing up sides for kick ball. It is mortifying and quite depressing to be the last kid standing there after all the other kids have been chosen. Not that this ever happened to me, but I felt the pain of the kids that were the usual stragglers. Besides, that was kick ball...this was life!

It just seemed so incredibly random! To me it seemed much like the process of choosing teams and I pictured two rows with boys on the one side, and girls on the other, and the boys would walk over to a girl and ask her to marry him, and that was that. I was horrified by the thought of standing there like an awkward sack of potatoes with no boy asking me to marry him.

I knew nothing about courtship, falling in love or finding somebody you are compatible with...just that everybody gets married and somebody has to pick you.

In the end everything worked out fine and nowadays little girls don't have to worry about such things because if things aren't progressing as they should be, all one has to do is yank out the credit card, take a short personality /compatibility test and wait for the offers to roll in.

I hear one company even delivers the goods to your home....


1 comment:

Miss. Gold said...

Hello R.H, how are you dear?
Since yesterday I have been reading your websites, and I have visited the Retro Housewives Forum as well.
I'm 18 and I'm Portuguese, I've dream to be a retro housewife since "ever", I didn’t actually knew the term "Retro" and I had no idea that there where still “Super” housewives like in the old days and films noirs I so love to watch.
You have become like and "role model" for me, you are definitively someone who I really respect and admire.
I always had vintage tastes; in music, movies, clothing… In everything I guess.
On the contrary of al teenage girls I know, I don't enjoy doing what they do for fun.
I have different opinions about what is being a good housewife from every other girl I know.
I still live with my parents but I clean the house imagining that is mine and that I’m already married, and I do it with such joy… I cook imagining that my husband will get back from work and that dinner will be obviously ready by the time he gets home.
I don't see it as an obligation, that’s something I will be more than honored to do as a mother and wife.
I need some guide lines, it’s so hard for me to be "stuck" here with people who don't understand my point of view, there’s so many things I would like to learn from you, and things I wish to ask you.
I will let you my e-mail and I hope you can find some time to reply me something, there’s so many things I would like to talk to you about.
Well, Thanks for the inspiration so far, take care.

Sweet Kisses, Love: Miss. Gold