tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37478306.post7236156906853515915..comments2023-04-20T17:30:16.668-04:00Comments on Art Deco Diva Knits: Madhouse Post: UglyEileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00715879532362099469noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37478306.post-1552122099050461062011-01-27T10:54:25.250-05:002011-01-27T10:54:25.250-05:00I don't object at all. I'm glad that you l...I don't object at all. I'm glad that you like what I'm doing with all this, Kate.<br /><br />But you, not pretty? You're lovely, I've seen plenty of photos! Did you classmates look at life through dirt-colored glasses?Eileenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00715879532362099469noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37478306.post-68698077026058132392011-01-26T10:30:26.255-05:002011-01-26T10:30:26.255-05:00I had completely forgotten about that phrase... bl...I had completely forgotten about that phrase... blocked it out, I imagine. Never having been a cool kid, I was considered plain even though, in retrospect, there was absolutely nothing below-5 about my appearance...even in my mother-implemented-mullet years. But I was a "smart girl," not a "pretty girl," and that status among class was just accepted by all, pretty much. I wasn't even considered the ugliest, I just sort of floated along.<br /><br />Then we were in French class - again, "smart girl," so I was a year younger than the rest of the 11th-grade class and thus wasn't quite so firmly ingrained into that role, and at the same time even more so than usual, ain't high school grand?? - anyway, Mme. Feher somehow brought up this <i>jolie laid</i> concept in class. Within about 30 seconds of her earliest efforts to explain what it meant, heads started to turn... toward me. <br /><br />It still aches. I've learned how to dress, learned that I was never as outwardly damaged as I thought I was, accepted that it was probably one of those things where one person looks for some other reason altogether, and then there's a cascade effect as everyone else turns to try and see what he sees... but still. Ugh. <br /><br />Ah well. Things worked out OK in the long run, in terms of finding a life partner and creating gorgeous children, and I'm more comfortable in my skin now than I was then... which is saying a LOT, given my scars now... so I'll take what I've been given.<br /><br />And now I've out-commented the original post, words-wise, haven't I? Sorry if I sort of post-jacked (is that a word?), but thanks for playing even when I couldn't.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37478306.post-49578682723401973702011-01-21T10:37:55.322-05:002011-01-21T10:37:55.322-05:00Probably very, very naughty...and not in a good wa...Probably very, very naughty...and not in a good way!Eileenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00715879532362099469noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37478306.post-86563930091028841932011-01-20T19:31:11.218-05:002011-01-20T19:31:11.218-05:00I wonder what unpleasantly suggestive means...I wonder what unpleasantly suggestive means...Battyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03892116045581715793noreply@blogger.com