I love to belong. This is kind of a dirty little secret of mine, and it is out of character. I fashion myself an Independent Woman, much like the ladies Beyonce and Destiny’s Child sing about in the song Independent Women.
I am outspoken, opinionated, and confident in my internal belief that I am Always Right. This does not make me a great candidate for being a ‘team player’. I love my position in outside sales, and life is always happier when I am in charge of my own fate. (Life has thrown me a steep learning curve in the form of a very strong willed three year old daughter who feels the exact same way about being her own boss.)
I am also the kind of girl who is asked “What sorority were you in?” not “Were you in a sorority?” My college roommate- whom I did not know prior to move in- said I was exactly what she expected me to be based on our two phone conversations (this was of course the olden days- we didn’t even use AIM until about a year later) from the bright, preppy floral quilt, the over abundance of picture frames with girls mugging for the camera, and the long term/long distance boyfriend… she was expecting me to be blonde, though. (For years afterwards, I tried my hardest to be a blonde. It was not my best look. It was, however, one of the most expensive looks I have ever had.)
In high school, I was a Nerinx Girl. (For my non St. Louis readers: the question of where one attended high school sounds very benign, but it isn’t. Where one attends high school effectively corners one into a social status. It is the equivalent of asking someone’s salary AND what they paid for their house. St. Louis boasts over twenty single sex high schools, and each has their own reputation-very similar to the Greek System on college campuses, except the answer matters more and will be influential in someone’s opinion. The only other comparison I can draw is the blood lust rivalries in the South surrounding football teams spawn.)
In college, I was a Kappa. To quote the A Southern Belle Primer, Or Why Princess Margaret Will Never Be A Kappa Kappa Gamma, by Maryln Schwartz: “First you’re born, then there’s Kappa, then you get married, then there’s Junior League, then you die.”
Of course, I am in Junior League.
However, I am most proud of my membership of the Fancy Pants Coffee Nespresso Club, because my life has NEVER BEEN THE SAME…