Food for thought

You know, one is never too old to learn.

First, Friday night out with my girlfriend, V, to listen to music, be around adults and watch people. Hahahahaha – I use the word ‘adult’ loosely after my experience listed in Shame of a Gender.

Then Saturday night out with my other girlfriend, M, to a wedding. Actually I was her escorting date to the event of the century---so thought the bride and groom. It was an outdoor wedding at a country club. The ceremony was performed on a deck over looking the beautifully manicured lawn of a golf course. In the background was the lushness of the manicured greens, extending to a flock of beautiful oak trees and then finishing the view of with a distant mountaintop and sunlit skyline………….breathtaking view actually, mashallah. Without going into any more detail about this wedding aside from saying it was ‘interesting’.

Now back to the educational part. As Mani pointed out the word 'shame' is one of those words that Syme, (from Orwell's 1984) recently deleted from oldspeak dictionary.. glaring accomplishment of our sinning collective, this brings me back to the topic on hand.

My girlfriend, V, who I went out with on Friday evening seems to always be up on the latest lingo and fashion, which I truly appreciate as I see her as say a translator for those of us that are out of the loop yet needing to understand what’s going on. So V, you go girl!

Again, digressing, sorry. V mentions to me as we are sitting watching the people….”Wow, there’s a lot of muffin tops here”. In an attempt to appear “with it” I scan the room for a table of muffins only to come up empty handed. So, of course now that means I have to inquire from the expert on what she’s talking about. She is always polite and never insulting………and says, “oh, sorry. Muffin tops are” ---see picture and link for full disclosure below.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Muffin_top

Can you imagine? I laughed so hard I literally had tears running down my cheeks. Because after she so graciously explained, my eye suddenly became clear of the fact that indeed V was right---there were a lot of Muffin tops there.
This brings me to another thought. Is it distasteful, shameful or even sinful to look at one’s self in the mirror prior to going out in public? Or…………does one take a long lingering gander at themself adorned in the mirror and utter the words (no, not like the Queen from Snow White—Mirror, Mirror on the wall who’s the fairest of them all?”) “DAMNNNNNN, I look gooooooooooooooood!,” then flounce out the front door brimming with confidence?