At a party a grown woman is wearing pigtails. The host, too, is sporting braided twin ponies. I like this new trend. Women are letting their hair down. Well, in this case they’re putting it up, but you know what I mean. Women are getting real again.
I’m feeling pressure to be cool. I suspect my teenager thinks I’m lame because I’m always saying “no” to everything. I’m not lame, I’m reasonable. And responsible. I’m scheduled, structured and logical, and things just need to go a certain way around here.
Oh man, am I happy I’m on Facebook. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have known how everybody on the planet felt about a three-minute press conference. In which case, I would have just woken up, happy that I got to watch my Panthers play in the Super Bowl.