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Hello iVillage crowd,
It's been a while since I sat down to write a blog for iVillage and this one doesn't promise to be life-changing. But here goes ...
I will pose this question to you all: At what point in life did you know that you will never be hip?
For me that moment happened recently. Sure, there have been signs along the way. I mean do hip people get excited about free food and booze at every work function they go to? Because I do. I load up my plate at the cheese table and drink as much wine as I can. I also keep the tiny ketchup bottle that comes with my room service meal. Come on, they are so cute! Do hip people like watching the national cheerleading competitions on ESPN? Probably not, but I do. And I love magnets. How many "cool" people get excited about a new refrigerator magnet?
Okay, so my list of early signs of how unhip I am could go on and on, but yesterday at 5 p.m. sealed the deal for me. Now imagine this: I was driving in the (San Fernando) valley in Los Angeles in my Volkswagen that desperately needs a wash and rocking out to Eminem on the radio, all while chowing through a four-pack of Reese's peanut butter cups! "Lose Yourself" was playing. And here I am, a mom in her late 30s singing at the top of my lungs:
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out
He's choking how, everybody's joking now
The clock's run out, time's up over, bloah!
Snap back to reality, oh there goes gravity...
Now imagine how I look: I had a greasy-hair ponytail, a sundress I bought at Gap Kids this year that has a crazy floral print that I love, my Target flip-flops, a car seat in the back, a Mickey Mouse doll in the passenger seat, a Goldfish crackers box rolling around on the floorboard, a dirty sippy cup, two empty Tejava bottles and a few empty bottles of water. Now mix in the music blasting and me singing out of tune. This is not a picture of a hipster.
So, iVillage crowd ... when did you know you weren't hip? Or are you hip and what does that feel like?
When did you realize that you weren't hip? Chime in below!
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