Perspective shifts. Often when you expect it least.
That happened today. I am so used to close friends gently teasing me about being so “femme”…so girly…i’ve just got used to that being how i am: how i’m supposed to be.
Only: a new conversational front opened today with andrea. It started with the subject of an eyelash consultancy (which i have scheduled for a week’s time). It carried on by way of massage, and chats i’ve had – with other women – about make-up and related stuff. Many of the things that i’ve been enthusing about these last few months.
OK. Some of that is the Miranda effect. You know her: Miranda is the slightly dippy female love interest in Shakespeare’s “Tempest”. She’s the one who, at the end, amazed and bowled over by all the new men she’s met, comes out with the immortal line: “Oh Brave New World, that has such people in’t”.
Her dad, old grouch Prospero, comes back with the curt and world-weary observation: “tis new to thee.”
So yes: its new; i’m revelling in it.
But maybe its not exactly the femininity that i am loving, so much as the frivolity. Because that, today, was where andrea and i diverged. Lost for a suitably exasperated put-down in respect of the eyelash interest, she spluttered: “but that’s…that’s…so frivolous!”
And there, i think, she has a point. I earn for the house. I tidy, wash and do a fair bit of cooking: so i can be serious. But underneath all that is not just a girl, but a frivolous girl.
There’s a lot of us about. As one friend wrote back to me today, following a wonderful light-hearted evening earlier this week: “here’s to more nights of girlie chat and hair curling”.
I’ll second that.
I think, had i been born as i wished to live, i’d have done my serious bit…but then i’d have had fun. Serious fun.
Words that come easily now include: play, playful, teasing, mischievous, chatty and yes – even flirty at times.
So no: not just a girl after all.