I realize that my appreciation of my gender is well-known and frequently the subject of my posts. And that I'm in danger of soon sounding suspiciously...sapphic. Ooh, tongue twister! (That's what she said.)
Anyway, sometimes ladies are nice! In particular, a lady really made my night last night. I was walking down 18th street in (gulp) Adams Morgan, feeling kind of good about myself and my decision to embrace the 90-plus degree humidity-soaked night air in a white sundress (but feeling less good about wearing my past-my-bra-strap hair loose and sweaty-like). And a lady waiting outside a bar stepped out of line to tap my arm as I walked by and say, "You look really pretty tonight." (Yes, I know, self-aggrandizement alert.)
Honestly, though, how nice is that? How often do you see a girl walking down the street and think that she looks nice? (Though less so in DC, fairly often.) But how often do you tell her? (Never.) And yet I promise you, it will make a lady's night if you, a fellow lady, pay her a genuine compliment, be it aesthetically-themed or not. And provided, of course, that she's not an asshole. Lady-on-lady compliments are few, far between, and truly flattering. I mean, I was pretty much channeling a peacock the whole rest of the night. I'm sure I was pretty awesome to be around.
Which brings me to the "hate" part of the equation. Because like the Lord, the ladies give, and they taketh away. See, towards the end of the (remarkably sober) night I encountered a lady bartender who, shall we say, is not a fan of mine. She never has been, despite my sensible, non-girly ordering of whiskey and beer, and excessively (excessively) large tips. But last night I managed -- perhaps by virtue of the self-love generated by the earlier compliment, or perhaps by my general cheeriness, or perhaps by my just being an asshole -- to truly offend said lady bartender with nothing more than my...existence. I'll spare you the details, and frankly, I'm not really interested in her motivations or her intentions, but let's just say it was...unpleasant.
So my (characteristically long-winded) point is this: it is easy to make someone's night. It is equally easy to make their night shitty. Given the choice, why choose the latter? Seriously, lady bartender...why?
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Urmila, again, another fantastic post that hit the nail on the head. You're so correct in that we always feel so great when a fellow stylish/cool/put-together female decides to take the extra step and lend a compliment... but how often do we do it on our own? I try to pay attention and recognize the impact of a well-placed comment, but I should definitely do it more often. The world would be a better place.
By the way, you look really hot today :)
you look hot today, too, lisa. wherever you are!
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