All right, so my intolerance has been well-documented.
But there’s this woman who I see most mornings (and sometimes at the gym) who drives me bananas, like way worse than I normally am: She is younger than me, maybe mid- to early-30s, and she is relatively attractive. She has a son younger than mine, so I usually see her on the walk to school. She’s not setting the world on fire or anything, but okay. But she does a few things that make her totally ugly to me:
She ALWAYS wears clothes way a) too young* b) too tight c) inappropriate. Her winter jacket of choice? This Mandee’s white suede thing that cuts in at the hips and is trimmed with long white wispy faux fur. Gak. She wears hot HOT pinks, tight jeans, too short skirts, fugly shoes–basically, if it’s in the Whore Store at the mall, she’s got it on. And don’t get me started about what she wears to the gym! Honestly, I never want to see that much of anyone who isn’t British, male and an actor. ‘Kay?
But the worst thing is that whenever–EACH AND EVERY TIME–I see her with her son (and without, but I don’t care about without, ’cause she’s on her own), she’s on her cell phone. Not talking to her son, not paying attention to him, ALWAYS on her phone. WTF?
What is so damn important that you must be talking all the time? I have to clamp my hands in my pockets not to reach out and grab the thing and smash it on the ground. Just because she dresses likes a teenager doesn’t mean she has to act like one. She’s a parent, for goodness’ sake.
That makes me absolutely crazy.
*She is the epitome of Mutton Dressed As Lamb. So, so muttony.
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This reminds me of an article in the L.A.Times several years ago. I think the name of it was something like, “My Mama Dresses Too Sexy.” The article featured a bunch of L.A. children who were embarassed to be seen with their monther. And I’m talking little ones, not just teens. Seems the mothers wear Ho Clothes to take them to school. And don’t even get me started on the cellphone-with-your-kids-in-tow thing. One time I was in my car and a woman crossed the street with two toddlers right in front of me. She was on her cell and didn’t even bother to look to see if they were behind her. I yelled at her out of my window. I mean, you’re crossing a freakin street with your kids and all you can do is yap on your phone?? But the age appropriate clothes thing is something I’m always struggling with. I’m little – size 2. I can wear a lot of things, but that doesn’t mean I SHOULD. So I’m constantly editing as I try stuff on and thinking, “remember, your 44 now.”
Arlene, I do struggle with that muttony thing too, given my penchant for the shiny. And I think sometimes I fail.
I am glad that I am not the only parent livid about the carelessness of the cell-phone wielding mom.