30 March 2007
7 girl, you'll be a woman soon
there are these Moments. teeny tiny splinters of time when i can almost sense myself on the cusp of perfectly pulled-together, thoroughly responsible, totally rocking, "we're all adults here" womanhood. then- before i've really even had a chance to revel- the Moment fractures. and i am me- getting off at the wrong train stop and racing ten blocks north in hell heels only to wind up alone and kerfuffled in an elevator, with a stocking south of my knee and a skirt that's pulled a major u-turn, giggling over the fraud i'm about to perpetrate when i step off the elevator and impersonate a perfectly pulled-together, thoroughly responsible, totally rocking, "we're all adults here" woman. thank heavens for elevators or the jig would be up.