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Lady Gaga WhimsyLady Gaga WhimsyBy Foible Gal (Wendy Reichental)   There’s a certain liberation that comes with being of a certain age and accepting the fact that you no longer have to try as hard or care. Now this doesn’t mean giving up and not bathing anymore, it simply means that there comes a point in everyone’s life when finally you can just say, “hey this is me, if you don’t approve, it don’t matter to me” like I discovered this week.My morning routine…..I open my eyes, I take a moment to realize the sight of an illuminating sun and the sound of wind and crashing waves is in actuality my husband flushing the toilet and a ceiling-fan light fixture signifying the 6:00 am wake up call I dread. I am not and will never be a morning person! I prefer waking up to my own body rhythm which if I don’t drink too many glasses of water the night before  means leisurely waking up at 8:00 am to a rupturing bladder! But on a work day the morning process requires my dash to enemy territory otherwise known as the “tell it like it is” bathroom. The bathroom knows your secrets, and the main one is I need mass amounts of facial creams and cucumber infused de-puffing eye products to manage an appearance not resembling a zombie character straight out of Michael Jackson’s Thriller’s video. (May he rest in peace!)Despite my best attempts to move quickly I had just enough time to take a quick shower but not enough time to wash my hair and go through my extensive routine of blow drying, styling and more blow drying. Following a brisk shower, I hustled it up a little and pieced together something to wear that didn’t make me want to hurl, and lastly I removed the shower cap that I helped myself to from a hotel stay in NYC. In the mirror I saw my unwashed hair looking greasy and straggly. In a moment of creative inspiration and desperation, I found a headband that also originated in NYC, only this item I purchased. I bought it on a whim partly because it appeared so whimsical, this black headband, had black feathers surrounding a diamond encrusted rosette. It was something I could wear on my days off when I clean the house, something fun to put me in a good mood and match my feather duster. My husband had already left for work so I couldn’t get a second opinion, so with one last look in the mirror I adjusted the headband one more time and with my dancing black feathers seemingly waving at me in approval I left for work. Everything seemed fine until I hit the underground world of the subway and caught an unusual scene I saw heads turning as I passed and I could see that eyes were being drawn upward towards my head, or should I say headband. I didn’t think anything about it until the train arrived and I got in, found a seat, and noticed that even though there were empty seats around me and even right adjacent, no one sat next to me. I felt compelled to lift my arms and smell my armpits, but then I remembered I did shower! I checked if I had any muffin remnants hanging off my mouth from breakfast, and didn’t find anything  unusual there either. And than as a reflex I went to adjust my hair and felt the headband and realized my foray with whimsy might have been confused for loony! I immediately thought to that Seinfeld episode where Jerry rides the subway to Coney Island and finds himself next to a passenger who is completely stark naked while Jerry seems rather calm about the whole situation; the other passengers are huddled together in a corner keeping their distance of the whole thing. I am now naked guy!http://www.stanus.net/seinfeld/episode.php?id=30 I can’t imagine why a decorative black feathered headband could cause such alarm, I wasn’t exactly accompanying this headband with deep demonic voices, but I guess the possibility that at any moment I might turn animated was enough to keep these subway riders at bay. There was really nothing I could do, I put my purse and lunch bag next to me on the unaccompanied seat and gave the passengers avoiding eye contact with me, my best Lady Gaga smirk. And just like the Lady, I realized I don’t have to please everyone, or care what anyone thinks, and it’s ok to be a little different at any age, feathers and all!  http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2009/09/14/lady-gagas-vma-outfits-wi_n_285576.html?slidenumber=2#slide_image What say you, have you ever had a Lady Gaga moment? Share your thoughts…. Read Wendy's other Blog posts and articles about Wendy's choices as one of the 'sandwich' generation.
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