Oh the holidays...bringing us all a bevy of middle aged woman one-ups-manship.
Whether it be Clubhouse gravy (not from scratch?)
Hideous HomeSense golden sparkle-vases...(head-tilt twenty dollar limit) or
Glad--eh scented candles from a top secret boutique/spa,
It turns out that your personal accomplishments are worth nothing unless they reduce somebody else to worthlessness.
It seems that as far as commercials go, once you hit forty you only have friends as dojo dummies to practice your christmas ninjitsu on.
Stereotypical ladies, why do you begrudge your friends good smelling houses and sweet deals on housewares? What happened to real friends?
Are these the same girls you shared interests with and confided in before it became your sole purpose in life to shame those whose gravy has less zing? Or did you just pick them up at your kids soccer game because you needed to feel better than someone.
And this isn't just offensive to home makers- reducing the hard work they do to pre menopausal cat fights. It's about everyone.
Who could possibly relate to this petty nonsense?
And even if she could relate, what woman would admit that her world was that small?
Maybe it's just that perfection is demanded in absolutely every aspect of life, right down to house scents.
These spew-ltide hits could just be extensions of those insipid yogurt and vitamin supplement commercials where a mom - just goes about her day from the gym to soccer practice to work, all miraculously without caving to osteoporosis.
Wow. Could living every day really be that easy?
Yes it could!
Do your kids really need freshly baked cookies in their lunch every day? Is it really important that you're in the PTA or worse, the Parent Band Association? Old textbooks are one thing, but how bad could band possibly get?
When I was in junior high, they brought in a random college kid to direct the jazz band.
Thanks band association!
-not that he didn't do a good job.
Women of the world... be defiantly imperfect. Don't just go over the twenty dollar limit- go ten dollars under. A ten dollar gift card from Starbucks can get you almost two lattes.
That's all anybody really wants anyway.
HomeSense's Hideous Interpretation of Reality
A few (middle-aged) girlfriends and I had a conversation about this over the holidays - we were offended and annoyed by those commercials.
ReplyDeleteWe don't know the stereotypical women in them, and are glad we don't (though I suppose we wouldn't choose to be friends with them anyway!).