It is a well-known fact that if you spend too much time talking about your troubles they only get worse. For one reason, people get tired of listening to you. Then instead of sympathy you get eye rolls and, worse yet, advice. And the longer you have been complaining, the less sympathetic the advice becomes, especially from the people that were not all that sympathetic to begin with.
The preceding paragraph was me trying to talk myself out of having Wrist to Forehead Saturday. It is just about reaching the point (if it hasn’t already) when somebody tells me to put on my big girl panties, which is quite the confusing mental image, if you ask me.
In the first place, my panties as well as most of my clothes, have gotten smaller ever since I went on the South Beach Diet (not as small as I would like them to be, but let’s not open that can of worms). Oh, I know, by “big girl” they mean “grown woman,” and they don’t mean a growing waistline. I wish they would say what they mean.
Additionally, at whatever size, “panties” does not conjure up images of toughness and the ability to handle things. I almost never call them “panties” anyways; I call them underwear. In fact, they come in all shapes and sizes. You’ve got your briefs, your hip-huggers, your bikinis and your thongs. I suppose any of them could be “panties,” although the word brings to my mind the cute, lacy ones. You try leaving the house wearing nothing but lacy underwear and see how far it gets you!
And another thing, what is with “girl”? Shouldn’t that be “woman”? It has been a sore point with feminists everywhere that in our language at least, females remain “girls” throughout adulthood while males cease being “boys” and become “men” at least at some point. At least when you’re talking about them; how some of them act is another can of worms we will leave for another day.
So, did we all enjoy that? I started out to whine and instead dissected a commonly (over)used phrase. I can’t help feeling I could make this a better post with a little more time, thought and effort, but, well, we’ve talked about the daily posting thing before. We’ll just have to live with this one as is.
As a final note, and because I often over-share: I’m trying to put off doing laundry for a little longer, so today I’m going commando.