The premise is simple. The lead actress receives texts from herself in the future about her current love life. For example, dump the schmuck. trust yourself. be open to possibilities. All things I tend to forget every other minute.
My brain feels like it is on full throttle 24 hrs a day 8 days a week. My thoughts flow like a giant bowl of spaghetti. Each thought, idea or emotion flowing and threading through everything else, infusing the entire area of the bowl it sits in. I know men don't think that way but for women, this is pretty common. If we don't have a minimum of 15 thoughts each minute we worry we are being lazy or forgetful. And I am not exaggerating. The only time I catch myself slowing down, mentally and physically is when I crawl into bed each day. And sometimes even that doesn't stop me. I keep my phone on my night table with the notepad open so that I can jot notes. My legs shake attempting to ferret out all the excess energy I didn't quite use up during my day even though my body is telling me I am dog tired and begging for the sweet release of unconsciousness.
We women are a unique breed. The biggest hurdle about being a woman is my brain size. There is just not enough space in the instant recall area. I mean I want to read an inspirational quote, or twelve, and be able to recall it verbatim ad nauseam and to seamlessly weave it into the fabric of my life until I am effortlessly living according to it. And I want to do that for every quote or inspirational doodad I see. Let me tell you folks, that's a problem. I collect quotes like nerds collect action figures. I just can't get enough. So you can see how my instant recall can get overwhelmed on a rather.. um er... frequent basis.
Nothing about being a woman is simple. Take our beauty routine for example. We can't wash our face with just any old soap. Any number of gross things would happen to us if we did that. In fact, most women spend the better part of their 20's searching for the right type of face wash to compliment the correct toner which will be applied right before day serums and night serums and youth serums and good Lord don't forget your moisturizer. And kids, we haven't even started on the make up side of things. From the primer ( one for face, one for eyes) to the corrector to the foundation to the blush (both cream and powder if you want it to last), nothing about being a woman is easy. Forget the carefree days where a girl could leave the house with just a fresh face and a pony tail. You roll into work lookin like that and the boss will ask if you are feeling ok because you look "peckish". Yes some women do over-do things. There is being a woman and then there is being a diva. But just to manage being a woman requires an arsenal.
Look at our closet for a minute. How many different styles of shirt are there for men. 5? not counting slim fit and french cuffs, there isn't much a guy has to choose from. He can wear shorts or pants. And there may be 10 different styles of shoes to choose from but only the metrosexuals own more than 3 pairs. Let's face it. A man gets up shaves, showers and in under 10 minutes can be dressed for anything you throw his way, except for maybe snowshoeing. That takes a little more prep.
When a woman is mentally preparing her clothing for the day, or if she is like me, staring aimlessly into the black hole, aka walk in closet, she is confronted with a menagerie of choices. 3/4 length v-neck wrap around with the pointed collar or cap sleeved boat neck with the ruched sides? neon mini skirt with the rhinestone studded hem or the earth mother-esque gaucho pedal pushers? Stilettos, stripper shoes, patent leather or shiny, wedges, flats, peep toes, knee high boots, UGGS etc. You get the picture. It is crazy difficult to even leave the house. Let's also not forget to accessorize shall we? earrings, necklace, bracelet, watch, rings, toe rings and the list will keep going as long as they keep coming up with new places to pierce.
Then let's not forget maintenance. You can't get low lights from a box. You can't pluck your own eyebrows and get the same results that a professional can. You CAN paint your own nails but how frustrating is it that the damn polish chips after 2 days? That hair on your upper lip doesn't disappear on it's own now does it? We women are raised watching our mother's rituals and routines. We cultivate her habits as our own. The first time we experiment with make-up is usually our mom's. Our mother is our first link to being a woman. We watch her eating habits, her grooming habits and her maintenance habits with awe and fascination and no matter how hard a woman will try to make her adult self into a unique being, she will carry a few of her mother's quirks with her (and most likely will pass them to her child, with a few of her own).
I know what I garnered from my mother. I'll bet you can find a few habits in yourself that were your mother's before you. It's not something that is planned, it's just...well I guess, it's just the way it is. Some of the things my mother unconsciously passed to me aren't healthy. The way I view my body is very unhealthy and I know that it stems from my mother's constant concern and battle with her weight. Her self image is tied into her size and mine is too. So when I gain a few pounds I immediately feel undesirable. Unlikable. If my face is a little dry I feel like I look like the wicked witch of the west. Green and ugly with a huge nose. If the hair on my toes is noticeable I wonder to myself, when did Frodo Baggins get here? I am not a kind mistress to myself and I work everyday (when I can remember to) towards changing my outlook. But after 20 years in this mentality I have made precious little progress towards a kinder self.
Wow, all I wanted to do was log on here and tell you about those silly little shorts on hulu. And instead I tailspinned into a whirling vortex of ... ? truth?
