Word: glamourpuss
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...been increasingly comfortable in my skin ever since my mother did what any good mother of a future Glamourpuss would have done when her teary-eyed seven year old daughter complained that she wasn’t as pretty as her favorite blond-haired, milky white baby-doll. Mother threw said doll in the trash, made a fun ceremony of it, really, and bought this mildly vain, mildly sensitive and starkly black soul a cadre of beautiful black dolls (and a few Hot Wheels, Tonka Trucks and GI Joes to make sure seven-year-old me didn?...
When New Family’s colicky baby punctures the silence with his yelping, the neighborhood begins to feel more like a prison. Help. New Family has brought all the books the little ones could ever want. Berenstien Bears, Golden Books, Dr. Seuss. Perhaps if Glamourpuss offers to take one of New Family’s 80 children to the bathroom on one of her many trips she can score a little alone time with Green Eggs...
...Glamourpuss feels a tap on her shoulder. Oh dear. A Talker. His guise: an exchange of reading material. As though Glamourpuss wants to read his copy of the complimentary airline magazines or his flight emergency instructions. Terse conversation ensues. Glamourpuss’ first attempt at the-world’s-dirtiest-look has obviously failed. The Talker has a slight paunch and is about to exchange his membership at the thinning hair club for one at the bald guy’s club. The Talker has mildly offensive breath and obviously forgot any good reading material. His smile is genuine...
Last, but certainly not least, in this temporary neighborhood is the Couple. Glamourpuss wonders if she should think about the Couple as two separate people, but since they eat from the same tray, drink from the same cup and are reading the same book—Dr. So and So’s Twenty-Five Tips for Lasting Happiness—it would be better to think about them as a unit. The Couple has a high and mighty air because they aren’t flying solo anymore but they aren’t yet a stressed New Family...
Hour six. The flight is more than halfway done and the cast of characters have all but faded into the background with the whir of the engine. Glamourpuss drifts off to sleep knowing that when the plane touches down, the neighborhood will once again become a random group of people, each with a different story to tell and a different trip to take...