Get ready for some self-actualizing, Bitches
So I was a busy girl this thanksgiving weekend. After the pie baking and turkey eating frenzy had subsided, I awoke Friday with barely enough time to get my house picked up before my friend Morgan descended with new man and new baby. We did some socializing and some eating at local establishments-- the usual out of town guests shenanigans. Saturday I was beat but I made them breakfast and got ready to go to a birthday pool party. In case you missed that, let me reiterate: a birthday pool party two days after Thanksgiving. A sweat pants, leftovers, and old movies party I could do, but not a belly hanging over the bikini while I flop off the diving board and into a public pool party. So my guy and I decided to skip out on the swimming since neither of us could 1. get motivated to get out of the house in time and 2. had any desire to squeeze our recently inflated asses into our suits.
We stopped by our friend's place after the swimming had ceased, to have cocoa and pizza and wine and to play a board game. It was a great time, perfectly relaxing. As we were leaving, though, I mentioned to the birthday girl that I was sorry we missed swimming but that I just couldn't deal with a bathing suit two days after Thanksgiving. Her response? "Really? I thought you more self-actualized than that." Self-actualized. I'm not entirely sure I know what that means, but I'm thinking it's a new word for empowered because we all know it's become impossible to say "empowered" without air quotes or a healthy dose of irony. So apparently knowing what I'm comfortable with and not doing things I don't feel like doing demonstrates a lack of self-actualization. How bullshit is it that she basically told me that in order to be "empowered" I needed to throw on a bathing suit and go swimming, even if I wasn't up for it, just to demonstrate that I am way too feminist to have body issues?
Sorry sweetheart, but I am so very fucking self-actualized that I feel comfortable telling you that I was not feeling comfortable enough to put on my bathing suit.
The question now is whether venting on this blog enough? Or should I tell her she pissed me off?
We stopped by our friend's place after the swimming had ceased, to have cocoa and pizza and wine and to play a board game. It was a great time, perfectly relaxing. As we were leaving, though, I mentioned to the birthday girl that I was sorry we missed swimming but that I just couldn't deal with a bathing suit two days after Thanksgiving. Her response? "Really? I thought you more self-actualized than that." Self-actualized. I'm not entirely sure I know what that means, but I'm thinking it's a new word for empowered because we all know it's become impossible to say "empowered" without air quotes or a healthy dose of irony. So apparently knowing what I'm comfortable with and not doing things I don't feel like doing demonstrates a lack of self-actualization. How bullshit is it that she basically told me that in order to be "empowered" I needed to throw on a bathing suit and go swimming, even if I wasn't up for it, just to demonstrate that I am way too feminist to have body issues?
Sorry sweetheart, but I am so very fucking self-actualized that I feel comfortable telling you that I was not feeling comfortable enough to put on my bathing suit.
The question now is whether venting on this blog enough? Or should I tell her she pissed me off?
posted by Ms. at 11:51 PM
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