Jeneration X: One Reluctant Adult's Attempt to Unarrest Her Arrested Development; Or, Why It's Never Lancaster, Jen (read more books .txt) š
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1. Spend two weeks spite-bidding on a bunch of random, delicate, heavily packaged items.
2. Accidentally win every single item due to the aforementioned spite bidding.
3. Attempt to open the boxes of shipped items with a tablespoon. [Hey, it was the most handy pointy thing.]
4. Be so excited about the random, delicate items deeply ensconced in packing peanuts that you simply abandon the empty husks of boxes all over the kitchen.
5. Completely forget about the packing peanuts while you arrange your snappy vintage Brownie cameras and croquet balls and cricket bats.
6. Have Fletch fill one entire industrial-sized garbage can with packing peanuts.
7. Suddenly become bored with antiquing on the first sunny day of spring and decide gardening is your new hobby, and thus itās imperative to start planting now, now, now!
8. Accidentally knock over previously mentioned garbage can while backing out of the garage in your haste to get to Loweās to buy geraniums.
9. Return home to find white substance spread over 1.2 acres, prompting you to ask, āDid it hail or something?ā
10. Bray like a jackass upon discovering those thousands of little blobs are free-range Styrofoam and then wish Fletch a Happy Earth Day.
Fletch has now begged me to reconsider both gardening and antiquing as hobbies, instead opting for something less competitive/messy/expensive.
He suggests sewing.
Sewing?
Huh. Thatās a thought. I have lots of friends who sew and I love seeing the stuff they create. My friend Wendy is an ace and her basementās so well stocked itās like visiting a tailor.
Thisā¦ might be useful. With some practice, I could whip up some casual, more modern curtains for the bedroom to replace those drapes that look like casket-liner. Plus, I could use the time that I was sewing to listen to opera and that feels really sophisticated and mature.
Yes.
This idea is growing on me.
This could work.
Thing is, fabric can be really expensive, so Iād probably want to start with tiny projects, like napkins or place mats or dresses.
Very small dresses.
Likeā¦ doll-sized dresses. Really, wouldnāt Miss Joan enjoy something comfortable to change into after a long day at Sterling Cooper? Her little purple suit is so stiff and fitted. And those girdles are murder! I bet sheād love a nice, soft housedress. Ooh, better yetāsome yoga pants! Just imagine how popular sheād be if she were bendier!
As for Betty DraperāI imagine sheās as bitchy as she is because sheās stuffed into a girdle all day, every day. All that restricted circulation must angry up her blood. If she had some elastic-waist pants and maybe a loose tunic, she wouldnāt be so quick to dismiss Don and then theyād get back together and poor Sally Draper could stop acting out her daddy abandonment issues with all the little boys in her new neighborhood.
If you think about it, by learning to sew, I could (in theory) save an entire (fictional) family.
Plus?
Then Iād have an excuse for playing with dolls!
Reluctant Adult Lesson Learned:
Itās not always what you do that makes you a grown-up; sometimes, itās how you spin it.
CĀ·HĀ·AĀ·PĀ·TĀ·EĀ·R NĀ·IĀ·NĀ·E
I Wish I Could Quit You, Gladys Kravitz
In retrospect, the whole spying thing seems pretty childish.
In my defense, keeping tabs on my neighborsā comings and goings was a necessity when we lived in the city. I mean, someone had to act as block captain because the police certainly werenāt on patrol.
I can count on zero fingers the number of times the Chicago PD responded to 911 calls when we lived in Bucktown, and Iām not talking the usual, āHello, Jeannie, whoās bothering you today?ā reports about assholes parking in front of my garage. [Listen, blocking the alley violates fire code and Iām pretty sure thatās a crime or violation or at least very annoying every time I had to drive around and park out front.]
Squad cars never rolled when we phoned about the sound of gunshots or the knife fight on our sidewalk or when acts of prostitution were committed in the vacant lot next door.
Yes, the van was rocking but did five-oh come knocking? Negatory.
Iām not sure what the Chicago PD considered real crimes in that godforsaken neighborhood, but they included neither drug deals nor domestic violence.
Clearly I had no choice but to name myself Neighborhood Hall Monitor, [I should have bought myself a sash and a beret to go along with my whistle, cell phone camera, and good whacking shovel.] and itās totally not my fault that this dovetailed nicely into my natural propensity for observation. Could I help it if my Constant Vigilanceā¢ occasionally turned up a few hidden truths about my neighbors?
After I spent a full day on Neighborhood Watch, Fletch would return home from work and Iād fill him in on each transgression I witnessed, like which of our idiot neighbors drove her kids around without seat belts and who threw an empty McDonaldās bag on my lawn and did he know the McRib was back? Then Fletch would call me Gladys Kravitz [Other Notable Nosy Neighbors in Television History include Messrs. Roper and Furley. If you donāt catch any of these references, turn on Nick at Nite, like, immediately.] and suggest (urge, plead, implore, demand) I find another way to occupy my time.
Every day we had some version of this conversation while he changed out of his grown-up clothes after work:
āYou donāt understand,ā I argue, sitting by the window on the bed where I can keep one eye on my husband and the other trained on the street, like one of those creepy chameleons with the swivel-y eye sockets. āItās my civic obligation to note comings and goings.ā
āWhat did I tell you about your ācitizen arrests,ā Deputy Fife?ā he sighs.
I sigh right back. āThat Iām ānot allowed to dole out street justice with a shovel.ā Even though the dipshit who doesnāt believe in car seats deserves a solid whacking. Have you ever seen those highway safety
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