| Ouch OP, looks like you struck a nerve. At least with the PP. |
+1 Would rather see the tennis skirts. This was my mom and every other mom growing up in our nice non-DC area neighborhood. Never thought or heard a bad remark. Get a life folks! |
it's not the tennis skirt! It's the dropping "the club" eight times in a 1 min conversation. |
| I'm always interested to know who is in my cc or if not, what club they are in. It's no different than people asking what do you do. Very DC. Once that is established though, people generally move on. I'd be very curious to know more about these short conversations you are having with people that you say are not accepting of you once they find out you don't run in the same circles. Or are you overhearing things? |
Can you say vapid? |
It's no different from people asking you what do you do, aside from the fact that everybody does something, whereas most people do not belong to a country club. |
This ^^ is brilliant. You should be a writer. And your statement is also true. My private has a whole passle of these ladies, always in short skirts, gabbing over their coffee about teachers, school, other parents, board members. I stay as far away as I can. |
I think the failure to launch from high school is the people noticing or caring about the short skirts group of ladies. Like you're still jealous of the cheerleaders, and the cheerleaders are oblivious to you. Just move on. It's not high school. |
| I especially like it when someone you don't know all that well invites you and spouse to dinner. We say "sure, where?" "at the Club". OK, there are how many clubs in the D.C. area? How many thousands of couples do I know. So I have to ask "Which club". And the wife feigns surprise that she didn't know which club she belonged to. Come 'on, my husband is a member of Burning Tree. Now THAT's a club. |
I don't care. If someone walks by in their tennis skirt, I assume it's because they play tennis. I walk around in my yoga pants all day, but that's because I work from home and I like to be dressed in clothes that are as close to PJs as possible. I don't expect anyone to "look good" for me, for the crowd at Starbucks, or anywhere for that matter. I'm 40, and I just don't give a rat's azz about all that crap anymore--whether you're fancy, sporty, or hobo attired (like me ). I do care if you're funny, nice, polite.
I find funny, nice, polite people all over. Even in tennis skirts. Even in mom jeans. Even in garish Christmas sweaters when the season's right. If someone doesn't want me to be part of their circle, owch, it stings for a little bit, but I don't particularly have any desire to have a huge network of friends either. I'm an introvert. Seven, eight people to call my buddy, and I'm good. No biggie. Meanwhile, enjoy your coffee! I go for 16-oz nonfat latte. I never remember what the hell the right Starbucks terminology for it is, either, though I've been there and ordered it like a ga-zillion times. Please don't snicker if you're standing behind me in line--there just isn't room in my scattered brainses for this incidental information to stick! PS: Talking shit about other people's kids--if you don't actually care about them--is mean. Talking about other people's kids when you do care about them, hell, okay by me. Talk about my kids if you want to. They're quirky and I love 'em. |
Me too...but they are mostly the dolts. |
I came from Crossfit in a LuluLemon skirt with the ruffle on the back. I got asked if I played tennis at least 4 times when I stopped off at grocery store on way home. Not all of us are even playing tennis or clubbing .
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| What's a dolt? |
Websters: dolt/do?lt/ Show Spelled [dohlt] noun a dull, stupid person; blockhead. Urban Dictionary: dolt A mental retard who is clueless not only about current events, but also has the IQ level of a rock. "Dolt" may be the most sophisticated insult in the English language. Dolts commonly populate such stereotypes as jocks, nerds, fruits, bookworms, and dorks. |
| This is an Interesting post. I live in Arlington and know tons of great girls in the club and not. I know the type though, the ones that always have to one up and work that crap in. As for talking crap about people's kids, they need to get a life. Trust me, these are the types that have no idea what their kids are up to. They are not as perfect as they think. |