My hubby and I have a contest on Sunday mornings to see who can make it to the car first and on time. It's usually me who wins because I think it might qualify as blasphemy if you are chronically late to church all the time. This morning my husband made what could be considered a profound statement, as it hits the female condition quite squarely on the head. He said that women run late because the last 10 minutes of getting ready are spent primping. And, according to him, these 10 minutes are added on even if time does not allow for them. He might be right on this one.
I do have a little ritual that completes my "getting ready to go somewhere" almost every time I leave the house. Even if I don't have on makeup or just pared down a bit to run errands, I do these three things: 1) Take a look in the mirror to make sure the overall appearance passes go; 2) Take a closer second look in the mirror to make sure there are no boogies or food in my teeth (that's boogies in the nose, not in the teeth); 3) Take a final look as I'm going out the door. What, you don't do that? You know you do. It's our right as women and I would venture to say it's your ritual as well, so let's be real. Men, on the other hand, are not quite as meticulous. If they've showered, shaved, and are covered with clothing of some sort, then they're good to go. No second looks for them. And I'm almost glad for that, because a man who primps too much...hmmm.
I'll never forget one day many years ago when my father owned a business for which me, my brother, my brother-in-law, and my mom worked at various times. This was during a period when my brother and I both were working with daddy. It was a retail storefront and we had a small shop in the back of the store where my dad and my bro' finished lenses for eyeglasses (the business was an optical shop). I worked out front greeting customers, and was generally the receptionist-slash-secretary-slash-gofer if you know what I mean. The shop "in the back" is also where we had a restroom, ate our lunch, and did paperwork. But most importantly it was where we checked our appearance in the mirror before heading out to address a customer's needs. After all, we were professionals. One day we had popped some popcorn in our resident microwave and I noticed that my brother had rushed out to greet someone. It was only when he came "back to the back" that I noticed a large kernel of popcorn stuck right in his teeth inserted just so, that it most assuredly was the first and only thing that customer was able to focus on. As I noticed my brother's dilemma, I began to laugh uncontrollably, not so much at the popcorn but at the look on his face. "What?" was all he could say. I am sure he had given the customer the most-professional service with courteous concern and earnestness to help, but quite possibly the thing that stood out to them most was the popcorn kernel securely lodged in his shiny brights. I also am reminded of the many times a certain man in my life took out upon his day of mighty valor with his fly down. And what about the time someone I know promptly strolled out of the men's room dragging a long piece of toilet paper tucked snugly into the waistband of his pants. I will not mention specific names here in order to protect the guilty.
So...call me a primper, call me vain, but is it not worth a second or even a third glance into the looking glass to make sure one is put together from head to toe and ready to face the day? I would say so. And we, as women, must surely stick together as we face this world that is mostly dominated by the male species. Will you be sure and politely tell me if you spot something in my teeth that is not supposed to be there? Anything other than gum tissue, saliva, or a piece of minty-fresh gum would qualify as foreign material. It is an unspoken duty as female friends for us to do this for each other! As for the men, we'll just let them go their own way, allowing the little mishaps of not going the 100 percent it takes to be well put together. It will hopefully convince them that our "primping procedures" are well worth the 10-minute wait.
If you happen to be a man who happens to read this ladies blog who happens to qualify as a primper, well then, disregard the above statement.
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