I can hear my husband scoffing at Gillian Anderson's too-tight evening gown as she staggers up the steps to accept a best actress Emmy. John is a big believer in comfort over fashion, for himself and everyone else. He never could see the point in getting all gussied up for, er, well, certain activities -- such as nights out. When we got married I put away my fancy lingerie, my ultra high heels, and my tight black clothing. Not merely because we got married, I hasten to add. We immediately moved to Tennessee where wearing black, having an asymmetrical haircut, and being cutting edge just made me look like a freak, something I wasn't eager to do at the time. And after several summers of wiltingly humid heat I no longer want to wear anything but light, loose clothing and sandals most of the year. Sometimes, though, I still get out my old outfits and try them on, remembering back to a younger self when being fashionable was worth any price in sore feet, large credit card bills, and dignity. I'm guessing Gillian's still making that sacrifice. But then, she got an Emmy out of it.
Me, I got a really excellent husband, several pets, and the opportunity to step aside from the fast lane. I'm thinking I got the better deal. I know, that sounds smarmy as hell, but I mean it. I'll take a happy homelife over fame any day.
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