Dance Class
So my daughter started "Tap" lessons about 6 weeks ago. I ususally take her on Saturday mornings and sit in a waiting room with a bunch of other mothers for about 30 minutes while the girls dance. The class is mostly 4 year olds with a few younger girls mixed in. I only know one of the other mothers and usually find myself talking to her most of the time.
This past week, the lady I usually talk to was very late, so I was left to fend for myself for most of the class. No big deal, I figured I'd try to talk to someone about "mom" stuff or comiserate about lazy husbands or something. But as I sat there I suddenly felt like I was on another planet. Maybe I never noticed before because I was preoccupied, but I found myself in a sea of people to which I could NOT relate. Here is what I observed:
Okay. I SO don't want to sound snobby. It's not an economic thing. These people probably make more money than I do. But... it's the way they spend it I guess. My point is, if I made more money, I'd send my daughter to the local youth ballet company instead of this cheaper alternative. I wouldn't spend less on her dance lessons so I could afford to dress her like a "BRATZ" doll. Tupperware and Partylite are great - but I only have the time and money to hit Target for household needs. This waiting room is a social hotbed for these moms. Maybe what they lack in culture they make up for in Nascar knowledge??? But hey - they're definitley entitled - let's remember I was the sore thumb in this group.
Next year, youth ballet or bust - I'll start saving my pennies now. You can tell "the arts" puts food on my table - eh?
Speaking of Nascar, check out your trailer park name here:
Trailer Trash Doll
I'm Jolene Bumsuck!
This past week, the lady I usually talk to was very late, so I was left to fend for myself for most of the class. No big deal, I figured I'd try to talk to someone about "mom" stuff or comiserate about lazy husbands or something. But as I sat there I suddenly felt like I was on another planet. Maybe I never noticed before because I was preoccupied, but I found myself in a sea of people to which I could NOT relate. Here is what I observed:
A mom in a Dale Earnhardt jacket.
Lots of permed hair and the smell of styling gel.
Talk of "tupperware parties and partylite candles."
A mom in a Jeff Gordon jacket (with car decals and a license plate to match)
Little girls dressed like teenagers (I HATE this)
4 year olds with BIG foofy hair pieces (to increase ponytail "volume" I assume.)
Okay. I SO don't want to sound snobby. It's not an economic thing. These people probably make more money than I do. But... it's the way they spend it I guess. My point is, if I made more money, I'd send my daughter to the local youth ballet company instead of this cheaper alternative. I wouldn't spend less on her dance lessons so I could afford to dress her like a "BRATZ" doll. Tupperware and Partylite are great - but I only have the time and money to hit Target for household needs. This waiting room is a social hotbed for these moms. Maybe what they lack in culture they make up for in Nascar knowledge??? But hey - they're definitley entitled - let's remember I was the sore thumb in this group.
Next year, youth ballet or bust - I'll start saving my pennies now. You can tell "the arts" puts food on my table - eh?
Speaking of Nascar, check out your trailer park name here:
Trailer Trash Doll
I'm Jolene Bumsuck!
my name is mary jo flumpet
Posted by
princess slea |
3:38 PM
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Posted by
PreppyGirl |
4:38 PM
Mary Jo Cornsucker here.
And stop ragging on Nascar! I will admit that a lot of the fans are hopeless redneck who marry their cousins a sex it up with farm animals, but there are some of us who don't have bad 80's perms and actually drink wine that has a cork it it.
So there.
Posted by
Sherri |
2:32 PM
I figured this would elicit a reaction from you sherri! Sorry... you know I didn't mean you baby!
Posted by
PreppyGirl |
1:56 PM