mama drama

Quick comment and this is NO joke. Deus- I read your blog on Monday and when I finished I opened Oprah magazine and the first article was entitled "Romance is Dead: Men don't get it, so more and more women turn to lesbianism". Seriously, March issue. Check it out.

Dear Men, 

Since the invention of the vibrator, Edward Cullen and the women's movement, we don't need you. Wake up, and try a little harder or you will become a sperm donor for someone's lesbian love child. Get a clue!

Love, Karbear :-)

Back to our newest topic:

Carrie Bradshaw is my idol. I know, I know. Every ones response to this is going to be, "but your Charlotte York."  (I am really a GAP, Greek American Princess, not a Park Avenue Princess, but whatever.) I get it, but sometimes Carrie Bradshaw say some very insightful things. The time she said "sometimes it is difficult walking in a single girls shoes, so she needs some really fabulous ones" I almost fell out of my chair. It's true. If it is a pair of Tory Burch flats, or a pint of ice cream, it doesn't matter because it gets you through that little moment of loneliness until that next guy realizes your charms. Recently, I've come to that conclusion that all that boy drama is nothing compared to Mama Drama. I need a new pair of Tory Burch shoes and maybe some lingerie after cutting things off with a guy. When it comes to my mom, I need 4857348 hours of therapy, some Jimmy Choo's, and some water proof mascara.

I'm a grown up. I have my own life, and am a fairly productive member of society. My mom will say one thing to me and, for some reason, I let all the fears and insecurities of a 14 year old girl come rushing back. I completely lose my sense of who I am. It's a little pathetic. She demands a perfection in me that will never exist. I am the girl with the messy hair, coffee on her shirt and clothes all over her floor. My mom is the girl with the perfect nails, hair, clothes, house, etc. (p.s. that stuff doesn't make you perfect) I try to be who she wants me to be. I read the books. I have the nails, the clothes, and the job but it is simply exhausting. 

For so long, Lauren has told me "mom's are nuts. It's universal. Get over it." I can't accept it. I want my moms approval. There is this saying that "it is better to live out your own destiny imperfectly that to live out an imitation of someone else's life with perfection". I try to explain this to my mom and she doesn't get it. From now till the day I die, she wants me to guide me down a road where I will make no mistakes and it is not realistic. What kind of self actualization is that?

Sometimes, it is really difficult walking in a daughters shoes too; hence my closet.  Every mom makes mistakes and no one wants to see their daughter follow that path. My wish, just once, is that she would trust my judgement, and listen to my POV.

I wonder if this is her personal mission to stimulate the economy. She stresses me out to the breaking point of buying a pair of jeans I in no way need, and wine I can't afford. Maybe we should send her to Washington.