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raise the expectations bar

                                                

I gaze over the Olympic size pool toward the Club House of the NYAC, Travers Island. I'ts 1962 and I am six years old. Already I envision the day when it's my turn to slip into a summer sheath, take the arm of my husband and sip from the glass of "all that is complete" sans olive - ew who likes olives....come on I'm six....already.....!        

                                                                                                                                                 I emulate my oldest, "Sweet Sixteen Sister's" mannerisms. She is allowed to wear a black dress and the sweet sixteen strand of  pearls. Like the ultimate "Baby Sister Sneak" I've become...i've sculked into her private drawer to scope them out.....then dare to adorn myself >gasp< with "the pearls"....

Life is simple, quaint and polite. Tradition is the machine; and it is run by men who wear crisp white shirts and fedoras - poolside. 

Meanwhile in another room.....my older brother is returned from Annopolis. I hear ...beat beat beats of a drum drum drum and twah twah twaaaah of guiter like I've never heard before........it's called "rock and roll" and for some reason my mother doesn't like it. My ears perk up to "Wild Thang" "Satisfaction" "Wooly Bully" I press my hands against headphones that barely fit onto my fairyfilled head...sound ramps up in my left ear, transverses my head and comes out the right ear. It's magical.  AND THEN - I saw something on T.V. that had never happened before............

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The B.E.A.T.L.E.S. arrived. Did we ever thank, Ed Sullivan? The floodgates opened and amazing channeled music of LoveandPeacesmackedupagainstWAR...what is it good for? - UNH!!

But this is the >CLASH< of what is and what is going to be....and as a Boomer it's been that kind of ride.

Here we are 50 years later and we are still discussing "Our Bodies, Our Selves" and glass ceilings. There is an evergrowing awareness of global community. Counter balance to that understanding is ltotal lack of forgiveness and rising demand for retaliation.  Is it the more things change the more things stay the same? 

I graduated from college with a B.A. not a M.R.S.....and went on to travel the world. Family and people in  general asked (almost like a demand), "When are you going to meet someone and have a family?" The pressure - ENOURMOUS and it still is...Isn't It?  

                    

Because I was not my own person, I gave in to the PRESSURE....married long enough to have 3 kids and then....Suddenly like when you've been holding your breath and you can't do it anymore....I divorced. The floor dropped out and I became an overly educated poor person. That's what happens ...still...in this day and age....to women and chlidren....because there are punitive damages assessed when you push against the walls, the celiings,  the family, the society....The RULES!....that enslave one to his or her habits and addictions. Like the Dead Walking Among Us. 

                                              

We take lots of pictures of ourselves and our daily toil and OUR FOOD!!! REALLY? REALLY! Hello...knock knock...is anyone there? I better take a photo so I know I exist.........

We enable that  as a culture. And then like masochists we become obssessed with the AMC's series, "Mad Men"  A character such as Betty Draper Francis is vilified Every woman wants to shred her; but there is still a tiny piece of Betty Draper in all of us. Why do I say that? Because we settle. We paint "PRETTY" on the outside and find validation on FB.....don't get me wrong I have a FB profile......                                          

We set the bar so low there is little if any drive, passion, stretching, reaching for something BOLD and BIG in our lives. ...

NOTE: I AM NOT FINISHED...LOL...I ALSO AM BEGINING TO SOUND LIKE AN ANGRY OLD WOMAN AND THE WRITING IS TAKING A WRONG TURN........LOL....also i have a function i have to attend.

maybe while i'm in my shower i'll better reframe where this is headed........cheers! pia

 

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