Recently, I went on a field trip with my daughter. Two of the mothers I had asked to group with because their daughters are friends with my daughter. They were pleasant enough, but their conversations consisted mainly of what dinners reservations they were making or what trip they were going on. I was bored, but I listened patiently. Then, the fourth mother showed up. No one took the time to introduce us, so I waited for an opportunity and did so myself. Didn't matter. I could have said I was Osama bid Laden and she would not have heard me. So, the conversation continued in the same vein except that we now added hair coloring to it. As I looked at our new addition, I realized that she was one of the first "hoochie mamas" I had seen up close. She was slightly overweight (but aren't we all) but she obviously felt that the tighter her clothing, the better she looked and the skinnier she looked. WRONG! I mean, I have about 10 pounds that I try to hide, but I do it with larger clothing - not something my 7-year-old might want to borrow. I chalked it up to her not being told any better and dismissed it.
Today, I took my son to a baseball clinic. It is warm where we are so I wore a sun dress and flip flops. As I am leaving the baseball field, I get my second encounter with the modern hoochie-mama. Only this time, mama was wearing six-inch platform heels, jeans that were two sizes too small, and a top to reveal what was obviously her "enhanced" cleavage. I was embarrassed for her, but hey, I wear a padded bra so I guess I don't have room to talk. Oh,wait, yes, I do. My clothes do fit.
