- Life can be so simple sometimes. Jack has been sleeping very badly for weeks. He's been touchy and sad during the day because he's exhausted. We have tried sympathy, sternness, warm milk, going to bed later, going to bed earlier, extra blankets - just about everything. Turns out all he needed was a better nightlight. He hadn't told us he was scared in the semi-dark. (I can't understand why. It's not like I don't try to listen to him until my ears turn blue.)
- Life can be so complicated sometimes. I like my dresses, my boots, my figure-hugging tops. I would defend the right of any woman to wear what she likes, and to use her body any way she likes. And yet, and yet. At choir the other day a lovely beautiful girl turned up in a skirt which, because I'm 32 now, I have earned the right to describe as "a belt" and a turtleneck jumper on top which was so sheer it showed her freckles through it, all topped off with perfect make-up and hairdo. And while I love this girl and sometimes aspire to be more like her, she made me feel so bloody inadequate for about ten minutes (until I got over myself).
Tonight on TV I saw a girl on a quiz. Pouty mouth, giggly laugh, eyebrows plucked into oblivion. Painted hair, painted eyes, painted lips, painted everything. This girl I mainly don't understand. Why would you want to paint a face on top of your perfectly decent face, at 26 and in the age of perfection? I'm baffled to such an extent that I didn't get around to feeling inadequate. I understand make-up when things start going South. I'm considering getting some make-up myself in the next decade or so. Perhaps if the basics you've been given aren't all that appealing. Then - fine. This girl, though, I got a strong feeling she was selling herself short; implying that she needed all this hoopla to be a fully functioning woman. It makes me sad. Sad for her for feeling she needs this, and sad for the world for falling for it.