I just want to start this post off by asking a few general questions. One: ARE THERE ANY DECENT MEN LEFT IN THE DATING WORD UNDER 60?! Next, I would like to know, in a world where many of my friends have managed to marry good, employed, God-fearing men, how do I keep attracting sex-obsessed super freaks? Meditate on these questions as I tell you the story that has unfolded over the past week.
Recently, I went out to dinner with Haynes. The restaurant was next to a barber shop, so I stopped inside to ask if there was a test that could be done to see if I had head rolls. You know, the ones that men have that look like hot dogs on the back of their necks? I wanted to know because I was considering chopping off all my hair and didn't want any surprises. The barber, a cutie in a '90s Ginuwine type of way, told me that I didn't and asked me if I wanted to move forward with the cut. I told him I would think about it.
After dinner, Haynes and I went back to the shop. I decided against the cut, but we all sat and talked for a while because the shop was empty. The barber, we will call him Chris, was super nice and sweet. I got the feeling that he was flirting with me but I don't trust myself when it comes to these things. After all, I thought that P was flirting with me for the last two years of college. I was incorrect. But Chris and I exchanged numbers, so this time I was right.
I will cut through the fluff and tell you that when he was talking to me with my friend present, he was the gingerbread man. Once we began texting one-on-one, he became Uncle Luke from the 2 Live Crew! The first red flag was when he asked me for nude photos. Sorry Charlie! I don't do nudes. I sent him a pic of me having fun at a friend's birthday party. The next day, after we had made a date to meet up and chill, he tells me he's had explicit dreams about me and wanted to book a hotel room. HUH?
"I told him that I am not the type of chick that books hotel rooms after less than a week of knowing someone," I proudly told P.
"No, that's not going to work," P informed me. "You said less than a week, like you'd do it after two weeks, maybe a month."
"That's not what I meant!" I assured P. But low and behold, that is exactly what he thought I meant. He politely let me know a couple of days later that he met some chick at a cupcake shop that is down for a three-way when I am ready. He's a gentleman you see. He's not trying to rush.
WHAT?
Again, I am disappointed. Where did my friends find their husbands and boyfriends? They seem like stand up guys. But I don't know that for sure. Maybe their nuptials took place after two or three years of this type of gross, disrespectful language. Maybe I have been in La-La Land this whole time, fantasizing about love and kind words, while the reality is vulgar language with requests for nude pics.
Watch me as I slide comfortably back into my lonely, single shell.
Sunday, August 27, 2017
Wednesday, August 23, 2017
Continue the Eclipse fun with Jose Cuervo
I saw so many of you having a blast on social media, celebrating the eclipse. And although the next eclipse isn't 2024, you can enjoy these eclipse-themed Jose Cuervo drinks as soon as tonight!
Dark Side of the Sun
2 oz Jose Cuervo Especial
3/4 oz lime juice
3/4 oz 1:1 simple syrup
1/2 oz Creme de Cassis
Shake tequila, lime and simple and pour into a rocks glass over ice. Top ice with Creme de Cassis and garnish with a mint sprig and lime wheel.
Total Especial Eclipse
2 oz Jose Cuervo Especial
2 oz orange juice
1 tsp grenadine
1/2 oz. charcoal lemonade
Shake tequila and orange juice and pour into a rocks glass over ice. Mix charcoal lemonade and grenadine and slowly pour into the cocktail. Garnish with lime wedge.
Thursday, August 17, 2017
Surya Brazil's Exotic Animal Collection
We are a month and some change away from fall. As you begin to make adjustments to your wardrobe to welcome the season, don't forget to make the same changes to your nail colors. Surya Brazil nail polishes are vegan and never tested on animals, and, just in time for fall, they are releasing their Exotic Animal Collection.
The 19 colors in the Exotic Animal Collection are inspired by some of our favorite friends of the wild, such as the Anteater, Amazon River Dolphin, Eclectus Parrot, and the Pampas Cat. The collection includes nudes, reds, greens, and other fun colors that are perfect for fall.
See more of the Exotic Animal Collection here.
Introducing Burkinabaé
Many of us became familiar with Burkinabaé when Beyoncé and Mama Tina were caught in their "Rosa Morina" and "Crystal- EYEZED" eyewear. The L.A.-based brand was also featured this month on Fashion Bomb Daily. The brand's heavily and brilliantly ornamented accessories are becoming a must-have for fashion and style influencers. Below are the pairs on my wishlist:
For more info on Burkinabaé, click here.
Thursday, August 10, 2017
Babies
I used to work at a daycare in the 2-year-old room. They were cool kids, but I always made a point to visit the baby room before it was time to go home. Have you ever spent time in a room full of babies? It's like being in candy land. They are all sweet and soft and smell like like freshness. You literally want to take a bite out of all of them. I say that to say this: I don't want kids...I don't think.
"If you wanted kids, you would know by now," Dizzle assured me. You see, she wants kids, and has wanted them her whole life. On the same hand, she is an only child. I have three siblings and when I was a kid, taking them everywhere with me, I already felt like a mother. It didn't feel good. It felt overwhelming and suffocating.
Sometimes when I am bored, I think about what my kids would look like and what I would name them. Then I think about how horrible it would be to have kids while broke and single and I have a panic attack.
P judges me for not wanting kids. As you know, he is Muslim, and deep down in his heart, he feels that my sole purpose for being alive is to populate the earth with babies, regardless of whether or not I am capable of taking care of them. This is the same man that told me that he felt that women that didn't want kids had a mental problem because, duh, why would women not want to do something super awesome that men can't do? 😑
Perhaps I am putting the cart before the horse, thinking of kids before I even have a man. But a friend of mine who is two years older than me went to the gynecologist and they suggested she freeze her eggs because she is old. Talk about a cold slap in the face! I thought there was a silent rule to NEVER call a woman old, especially before she was 40! When you realize how little time you really have to get pregnant, it makes you start thinking of pregnancy, even when you are me and you aren't sure if you want to be a mother.
"If I had a daughter, I would name her Noel," I told Dizzle proudly. Noel. Thank God for blessing me with the sense to separate my fantasies from what is actually fitting for my life.
Wednesday, August 9, 2017
Signs of an Early Cuff
Bells screenshot me a pic of a text conversation she'd had with Troy, a man that she hadn't talked to in five years. He was very clear and eloquent in his request for no-strings-attached sex. She angrily text-replied no. He politely as was all like, "Thank you for your time." Understandably, Bells was upset.
"Can you believe this guy?" she demanded.
I laughed to myself. I'm 32, not 22. Nothing these dudes can say or do can surprise me anymore.
"What does he think this is?!" she wanted to know. "He just wants something for nothing."
Yeah he does. Unintentionally, I looked at the corner of my computer screen and saw the date. It's Aug. 9. Sickles texted me just the other day. Summer is officially over on September 22. I did some quick math on my fingers and toes and concluded this: cuffing season must be coming early this year.
Yes, cuffing season. That special time of year when the lonely are in a mad dash to find someone to roast chestnuts with. Three cuffing seasons ago, I was really feeling myself. Men were asking me for my number left and right. I was doing a two-step down the street, thinking that men must have been taking notice of how much better my hair looked since I made the switch from leave-in conditioner to coconut oil. NOT! Someone hipped me to the cuffing game. Now I make a mental note of it as the first leaves fall in Autumn.
I guess that everyone's summer loves are ending early, because the smart guys are reaching out early, trying to get things in order before it is even time to put on long-sleeve shirts. They know what Bells and I learned late: cuffing season is real.
Back when I was a college student, sitting in my dorm room crying and journaling, wishing my male peers would notice me, I wished that someone, anyone, would share with me the secret to finding a companion. If I could go back in time, I would tell myself to shower and stand outside the men's dorm during homecoming and see what happens. Because there is a secret that only those of us women who are really aware know: you may be a lonely lady, but NO ONE hates being lonely more than a man. While we are at home, crying on tear-stained sheets, they are madly searching the streets, looking for ANYTHING to snuggle up to. Be in the right place at the right time and you may find yourself this fall with a decent, all be it temporary, man. This is why women with good sense don't even bother.
But be warned. The pre-cuff is here, alive, and well. Your ex will text you. Your ex ex will call. You randomly run into your ex ex ex at the grocery store when you know he doesn't cook. Don't be alarmed. It's the season for such events.
For more info, click here.
"Can you believe this guy?" she demanded.
I laughed to myself. I'm 32, not 22. Nothing these dudes can say or do can surprise me anymore.
"What does he think this is?!" she wanted to know. "He just wants something for nothing."
Yeah he does. Unintentionally, I looked at the corner of my computer screen and saw the date. It's Aug. 9. Sickles texted me just the other day. Summer is officially over on September 22. I did some quick math on my fingers and toes and concluded this: cuffing season must be coming early this year.
Yes, cuffing season. That special time of year when the lonely are in a mad dash to find someone to roast chestnuts with. Three cuffing seasons ago, I was really feeling myself. Men were asking me for my number left and right. I was doing a two-step down the street, thinking that men must have been taking notice of how much better my hair looked since I made the switch from leave-in conditioner to coconut oil. NOT! Someone hipped me to the cuffing game. Now I make a mental note of it as the first leaves fall in Autumn.
I guess that everyone's summer loves are ending early, because the smart guys are reaching out early, trying to get things in order before it is even time to put on long-sleeve shirts. They know what Bells and I learned late: cuffing season is real.
Back when I was a college student, sitting in my dorm room crying and journaling, wishing my male peers would notice me, I wished that someone, anyone, would share with me the secret to finding a companion. If I could go back in time, I would tell myself to shower and stand outside the men's dorm during homecoming and see what happens. Because there is a secret that only those of us women who are really aware know: you may be a lonely lady, but NO ONE hates being lonely more than a man. While we are at home, crying on tear-stained sheets, they are madly searching the streets, looking for ANYTHING to snuggle up to. Be in the right place at the right time and you may find yourself this fall with a decent, all be it temporary, man. This is why women with good sense don't even bother.
But be warned. The pre-cuff is here, alive, and well. Your ex will text you. Your ex ex will call. You randomly run into your ex ex ex at the grocery store when you know he doesn't cook. Don't be alarmed. It's the season for such events.
For more info, click here.
Tuesday, August 8, 2017
Sickles and the 'like'
So the other day I was nodding off when my phone buzzed in my hand. Has that ever happened to you? You wake up panicked!
It was none other than Sickles. He was texting me, saying hey, essentially. He sent me a selfie of himself smiling. I said hey back...essentially, then proceeded to return to my nap.
I may have been asleep a full two minutes before my phone buzzed in my hand again. And again, I woke up startled, only to find that the buzzes were alerts from Instagram. Sickles had liked three of my pictures. I screamed. I didn't even know that Sickles knew my last name!
I can't tell you whether or not I was scared or shocked in that moment. But what I can say was that I was uncomfortable. Yes, I have known this guy for about four years. And our renothingship has had absolutely zero progress. I know his full name but that is about it. I don't know where he works or where he lives. Knowing that he could go through my IG feed and see pics of me with friends and family and colleagues made me feel like my face was being ripped off; like I was naked. And vulnerable. And yes, even spied on.
But then it dawned on me: I could now look on his page. Yesssssssss.
When I first met him, I think I looked at his IG once. He wanted to show me a picture of someone, and I kicked myself later for not remembering his IG name. So I was eager to see what was on his page, and was disappointingly greeted with a whole bunch of memes. Memes with jokes that I didn't get. I couldn't believe this! People put their whole life on IG. I have seen live births on IG! But somehow, after looking at Sickles' page, I was more lost as to who he really is than I was before!
Something that was of value was a picture of him from a year ago with a pretty woman that he referred to as his wcw. I wonder who she is. But it's not like it matters. You don't have to answer to people you are in a renothingship with.
It was none other than Sickles. He was texting me, saying hey, essentially. He sent me a selfie of himself smiling. I said hey back...essentially, then proceeded to return to my nap.
I may have been asleep a full two minutes before my phone buzzed in my hand again. And again, I woke up startled, only to find that the buzzes were alerts from Instagram. Sickles had liked three of my pictures. I screamed. I didn't even know that Sickles knew my last name!
I can't tell you whether or not I was scared or shocked in that moment. But what I can say was that I was uncomfortable. Yes, I have known this guy for about four years. And our renothingship has had absolutely zero progress. I know his full name but that is about it. I don't know where he works or where he lives. Knowing that he could go through my IG feed and see pics of me with friends and family and colleagues made me feel like my face was being ripped off; like I was naked. And vulnerable. And yes, even spied on.
But then it dawned on me: I could now look on his page. Yesssssssss.
When I first met him, I think I looked at his IG once. He wanted to show me a picture of someone, and I kicked myself later for not remembering his IG name. So I was eager to see what was on his page, and was disappointingly greeted with a whole bunch of memes. Memes with jokes that I didn't get. I couldn't believe this! People put their whole life on IG. I have seen live births on IG! But somehow, after looking at Sickles' page, I was more lost as to who he really is than I was before!
Something that was of value was a picture of him from a year ago with a pretty woman that he referred to as his wcw. I wonder who she is. But it's not like it matters. You don't have to answer to people you are in a renothingship with.
Van Jones' WE RISE Tour comes to Atlanta!
Van Jones' WE RISE Tour made a pit stop in Atlanta on Wednesday, Aug. 2 as part of its 14-city tour. Patrons packed Atlanta's Tabernacle to hear social commentary from T.I and Van Jones, who discussed local and national issues pertinent to the community. Powered by #LoveArmy and Roc Nation, the net ticket proceeds went to Van Jones' non-profit, Dream Corps.
Rapper and actor T.I. and Van Jones discussed a hot topic in the social justice community: prison sentence discrepancies. T.I., who has been incarcerated in the past, shared his experiences behind bars and the issues on the minds of inmates, such as life after their sentence. T.I. laid out the case that the introduction of crack into the Black and Latino communities can be seen as entrapment. He tied this to the 13th Amendment's exclusion of slavery, except in the case of incarceration, and how this cycle is now common knowledge, being chronicled in the new FX drama Snowfall.
Mayor Kasim Reed and Mayor Jessica Jackson talked about some amazing changes that are happening in Atlanta. One of which is the fact that many of Atlanta's once closed community centers have been reopened. This gives the city's children an outlet after school, detouring them from committing crimes. According to Reid, children picked up for committing truancy will now be brought to one of these centers and not the police station. He also outlined the city's much talked about public transportation expansion.
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| T.I. in conversation with Van Jones |
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| Atlanta Mayor Kasim Reed and Mayor Jessica Jackson, National Director of #cut50 |
Overall, the theme of the evening centered around what the community can do to impact the numerous issues up for debate centered around mass incarceration. Van Jones encouraged the audience to text #CUT50 TO 97483 to get involved. You can also visit Cut50.org for more information.
Saturday, August 5, 2017
Create the Look: Kourtney Kardashian in H&M
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| Kourtney Kardashian |
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| Glittery Sweater, $49.99, HM.com |
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| Glittery Pants, $54.99 |
Friday, August 4, 2017
Sun Protection with CeraVe
We have all heard that it is not necessary for people of color to wear sunscreen. This is a wives' tale. According to Board Certified dermatologist Michelle Henry, people of color need sunscreen just as much as anyone else.
TheBGInTheCity: Can you explain what the best sunscreen would be for people of color?
Michelle Henry: The biggest complaint regarding sunscreen by people of color is the fact that it can leave a white, chalky appearance to the skin. Chemical sunscreens or physical blockers in which the ingredients are micronized or made to appear invisible on the skin are best for dark skin.
TheBG: Can you address the myth that Black people don't need to use sunscreen?
MH: This is absolutely incorrect. Very dark skin is only about SPF 13 and does not provide sufficient protection from the sun. Because of this myth, skin cancers in dark skin are often not diagnosed until they are advanced and have a poorer prognosis.
TheBG: What SPF number should be used by people of color, specifically what CeraVe Sunscreens can we look for?
MH: People of color should use SPF 30 daily and SPF 50 if they are going to be outside for more than an hour. I love CeraVe Sunscreen Face Lotion with SPF 30 for skin of color. It is lightweight, oil-free and uses invisible zinc technology so it does not cause a chalky or ashen appearance. It also contains ceramides, which help to maintain moisture in the skin.
CeraVe Sun Protection products to try:
TheBGInTheCity: Can you explain what the best sunscreen would be for people of color?
Michelle Henry: The biggest complaint regarding sunscreen by people of color is the fact that it can leave a white, chalky appearance to the skin. Chemical sunscreens or physical blockers in which the ingredients are micronized or made to appear invisible on the skin are best for dark skin.
TheBG: Can you address the myth that Black people don't need to use sunscreen?
MH: This is absolutely incorrect. Very dark skin is only about SPF 13 and does not provide sufficient protection from the sun. Because of this myth, skin cancers in dark skin are often not diagnosed until they are advanced and have a poorer prognosis.
TheBG: What SPF number should be used by people of color, specifically what CeraVe Sunscreens can we look for?
MH: People of color should use SPF 30 daily and SPF 50 if they are going to be outside for more than an hour. I love CeraVe Sunscreen Face Lotion with SPF 30 for skin of color. It is lightweight, oil-free and uses invisible zinc technology so it does not cause a chalky or ashen appearance. It also contains ceramides, which help to maintain moisture in the skin.
CeraVe Sun Protection products to try:
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| CeraVe Sunscreen Face Lotion Broad Spectrum, $17.49, CVS.com |
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| CeraVe AM Moisturizing Lotion, $15.49, CVS.com |
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| CeraVe Sunscreen Stick Broad Spectrum, $10.99, CVS.com |
Self Important
I had a good guy friend named Johnathon when I was in college. What made this friendship special was that I wasn't in love with him. Many of you know how easy it is for me to fall in love with a guy, or at least think that I am. Well, it was even worse in college, but not having romantic feelings for Johnathon set the stage for what I thought would be a solid, opposite-sex friendship. He'd complain to me about his girlfriends. I would complain to him about my job. There was no sexual tension because there was no attraction on either end. I mean really, it was beautiful.
Then he got engaged. I know. It's like the end of this tale could write itself. Long story short, I met his fiance, she accused me of having sex with him, she apologized, then I didn't hear from him for FIVE YEARS.
I have to tell you, this whole thing was like a dagger to the heart. I mean, I was really sad, playing the tragic events over and over in my head, missing my friend. For a moment there, I had even assumed that she had killed him because his death could be the only reason why I hadn't heard from him for so long, right?
Lies.
Recently I chatted with this old pal on Facebook chat. The convo was very surface. How are you? What are you doing? After about the fifth surface question I realized that HE HAD NO IDEA THAT I HAD BEEN MAD AT HIM THIS WHOLE TIME! For five years, I had been fuming, wondering how a so-called friend could cut me off like that. And meanwhile, he was married and having a blast, un-phased and living his life.
Here is the sad but true lesson I learned from all of this: you are self-important. You are important to yourself. No matter how much you think you mean to anyone, and I am talking both friends and family, you are overestimating. You could be really dealing with some issues caused by a friend or loved one, and they will be living life as if everything is all good. And it will be because guess what? Come on, lean forward so I can whisper in your ear. Ready? You. Are. Self. Important. As you better be. Because those people in your life that are not you do not care.
Ah honesty. It stings, but is also refreshing, like a cold glass of ice water to the face.
Then he got engaged. I know. It's like the end of this tale could write itself. Long story short, I met his fiance, she accused me of having sex with him, she apologized, then I didn't hear from him for FIVE YEARS.
I have to tell you, this whole thing was like a dagger to the heart. I mean, I was really sad, playing the tragic events over and over in my head, missing my friend. For a moment there, I had even assumed that she had killed him because his death could be the only reason why I hadn't heard from him for so long, right?
Lies.
Recently I chatted with this old pal on Facebook chat. The convo was very surface. How are you? What are you doing? After about the fifth surface question I realized that HE HAD NO IDEA THAT I HAD BEEN MAD AT HIM THIS WHOLE TIME! For five years, I had been fuming, wondering how a so-called friend could cut me off like that. And meanwhile, he was married and having a blast, un-phased and living his life.
Here is the sad but true lesson I learned from all of this: you are self-important. You are important to yourself. No matter how much you think you mean to anyone, and I am talking both friends and family, you are overestimating. You could be really dealing with some issues caused by a friend or loved one, and they will be living life as if everything is all good. And it will be because guess what? Come on, lean forward so I can whisper in your ear. Ready? You. Are. Self. Important. As you better be. Because those people in your life that are not you do not care.
Ah honesty. It stings, but is also refreshing, like a cold glass of ice water to the face.
Thursday, August 3, 2017
Celebrate National Watermelon Day with Sparkling Ice!
Today is National Watermelon Day, and Sparkling Ice has a few cocktail recipes to help you celebrate the occasion!
Watermelon Ball Margarita
INGREDIENTS
Watermelon
1.5 oz of tequila
1 lime (halved, one half cut in two wedges)
0.5 oz on Conintreau
How to make watermelon shot glasses:
Scoop our watermelon balls with ice cream scooper. Cut slice on bottom to make flat. Use a melon baller to scoop out insides.
DIRECTIONS
Add one scoop of watermelon to shaker using a melon baller. Add lime wedges and Conintreau. Muddle together. Add tequila, juice from one-half lime, and ice. Shake and strain into measuring cup. Add Sparking Ice Strawberry Watermelon. Pour into Watermelon Shot glass.
Sparkling Watermelon Vodka Lemonade
INGREDIENTS
3 cups seedless watermelon pieces
3 lemons, juiced
½ cup vodka
¼ cup fresh mint
DIRECTIONS
In a blender, puree the watermelon and lemon juice, strain through a sieve into a drink pitcher. Add mint, vodka, and Sparkling Ice Classic Lemonade- then stir. Serve over ice and garnish with fresh mint.
Strawberry Watermelon Refresher
INGREDIENTS
1.5 oz. Vodka
½ oz. Peach Schnapps
Watermelon slices and strawberries for garnish
DIRECTIONS
Pour vodka and peach schnapps, then Sparking Ice Strawberry Watermelon over ice. Stir gently to mix. Garnish with watermelon slices and strawberries.
Wednesday, August 2, 2017
#oldladyproblems
My friend Cali from college is so drastically different from me that I can't believe that we are friends. I try to lean on the apprehensive side of life, and she went through college swinging from the chandeliers...and from boys. This is why I was surprised to hear that she had some of the same anxieties as me in regards to our upcoming college reunion.
"I don't really do crowds like that," she said. "It's going to be crowded."
I had just been thinking the same thing earlier that day.
We attended college in New Orleans, so naturally, much of our spare time was spent on Bourbon Street. For those of you who don't know what Bourbon Street is like, it is essentially a claustrophobic hot box from hell lined with bars, dance halls, and strip clubs. At 22, I could literally stay on Bourbon Street all night. At 32, the idea of going down there at its least crowded hour for lunch makes me want to hide under the bed.
We can now add a fear of crowds to my ever-growing list of #oldladyproblems.
Something happens after you turn 30. I call it IDon'tWantToness. Others would call it becoming more cautious or knowing better what you want. For me, it just boils down to things that I don't want to do.
For instance, I no longer desire to wear shoes. My feet have to breathe! I have shoes, of course, but I often look them over for a cheap, raggedy, worn-in pair of blue men's flip-flops that I got from Walgreen's.
I also try to limit the time I am going to spend places, like movie theaters and malls, where I know that there are going to be teens. I find that socially, they are just too much to deal with, so I'd rather go see a movie at 9am while they are in school to ensure that I will not run into one. I know that that sounds horrible, but the reward in waking up that early is not having to deal with their unruly behavior and crazy clothes.
In college, I also wore many an outfit that was uncomfortable so that I could look cute. Today, I would rather be comfortable than cute, even if that means wearing the hugest, ugliest house dress to the grocery store that you have ever seen. I hate standing in lines. I hate standing period. I need advance notice to mentally prepare to go out with friends. I NEED naps. This is non-negotiable.
The trick to having #oldladyproblems is not allowing them to make you a recluse who no longer cares about her appearance. I'm working on it.
"I don't really do crowds like that," she said. "It's going to be crowded."
I had just been thinking the same thing earlier that day.
We attended college in New Orleans, so naturally, much of our spare time was spent on Bourbon Street. For those of you who don't know what Bourbon Street is like, it is essentially a claustrophobic hot box from hell lined with bars, dance halls, and strip clubs. At 22, I could literally stay on Bourbon Street all night. At 32, the idea of going down there at its least crowded hour for lunch makes me want to hide under the bed.
We can now add a fear of crowds to my ever-growing list of #oldladyproblems.
Something happens after you turn 30. I call it IDon'tWantToness. Others would call it becoming more cautious or knowing better what you want. For me, it just boils down to things that I don't want to do.
For instance, I no longer desire to wear shoes. My feet have to breathe! I have shoes, of course, but I often look them over for a cheap, raggedy, worn-in pair of blue men's flip-flops that I got from Walgreen's.
I also try to limit the time I am going to spend places, like movie theaters and malls, where I know that there are going to be teens. I find that socially, they are just too much to deal with, so I'd rather go see a movie at 9am while they are in school to ensure that I will not run into one. I know that that sounds horrible, but the reward in waking up that early is not having to deal with their unruly behavior and crazy clothes.
In college, I also wore many an outfit that was uncomfortable so that I could look cute. Today, I would rather be comfortable than cute, even if that means wearing the hugest, ugliest house dress to the grocery store that you have ever seen. I hate standing in lines. I hate standing period. I need advance notice to mentally prepare to go out with friends. I NEED naps. This is non-negotiable.
The trick to having #oldladyproblems is not allowing them to make you a recluse who no longer cares about her appearance. I'm working on it.
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