Sitting at the cool table
Remember in junior high, how you’d carry your cardboard lunch tray through the gauntlet between cafeteria tables, warily looking for a place to eat your mystery meat and drink your milk out of the carton? The definition of a dork was the girl who plopped down wherever there was a spot open with a peppy “Hi, girls! This seat taken?” heedless of the vibes that were emanating from those already seated that screamed “Don’t even think of bringing our cool table property values down!”
The whole pre-publication experience (the book isn’t out until Tuesday, but there’s been a lot of debate about the topic and the message) has been an exercise in wedging my Formerly butt in wherever there’s a seat, in any media that will write about the book, and letting the vibes and the comments fly. (more…)
The fam and I went to a blowout all-day barbecue eatfest at my friend Kely’s this past Sunday, and I got to hang out with some of her neighborhood friends, very cool women with whom I felt instantly comfortable. The air was thick with Formerly vibes, in part because we all roughly the same age, but also because, to a one, these women were outrageously at ease with themselves, as we Formerlies tend to be, thank God for that. It took us about 90 seconds (and not a little sangria) to splay it all out there.
Not all aging is bad. Not in the slightest.
