Anonymous wrote:
Anonymous wrote:
Anonymous wrote:
"Too much free time on their hands" describes at least half of the moms (and a surprising number of dads) I've met at Beauvoir and now at St. Albans.
But, some how this does not apply to you.
It's 11 am. I've completed drop off, an hour of "volunteer" work at one of the kid's schools, and the manufactured errands. 1 hour until the gym and then lunch with a girlfriend at the club before pickup. Never said it didn't apply to me. I'm absolutely in the "it takes one to know one category."
You are not describing any of the women I know at either school, the majority of which are a partner at a law firm, government officials including members of the President's cabinet, bankers, and the like. Those who volunteer generally do so as members on various boards. They do also go to the gym daily, and try to eat lunch somewhere in there....
You clearly are only familiar with a certain type of On the Close Mom, not the ladies who lunch.
Here's to the ladies who lunch--
Everybody laugh.
Lounging in their caftans
And planning a brunch
On their own behalf.
Off to the gym,
Then to a fitting,
Claiming they're fat.
And looking grim,
'Cause they've been sitting
Choosing a hat.
Does anyone still wear a hat?
I'll drink to that.
And here's to the girls who play smart--
Aren't they a gas?
Rushing to their classes
In optical art,
Wishing it would pass.
Another long exhausting day,
Another thousand dollars,
A matinee, a Pinter play,
Perhaps a piece of Mahler's.
I'll drink to that.
And one for Mahler!
And here's to the girls who play wife--
Aren't they too much?
Keeping house but clutching
A copy of LIFE,
Just to keep in touch.
The ones who follow the rules,
And meet themselves at the schools,
Too busy to know that they're fools.
Aren't they a gem?
I'll drink to them!
Let's all drink to them!
And here's to the girls who just watch--
Aren't they the best?
When they get depressed,
It's a bottle of Scotch,
Plus a little jest.
Another chance to disapprove,
Another brilliant zinger,
Another reason not to move,
Another vodka stinger.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!
I'll drink to that.
So here's to the girls on the go--
Everybody tries.
Look into their eyes,
And you'll see what they know:
Everybody dies.
A toast to that invincible bunch,
The dinosaurs surviving the crunch.
Let's hear it for the ladies who lunch--
Everybody rise!
Rise!
Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise!
Rise!