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Monday, July 1, 2013

Mornings in my cafe'

A young girl, all tattooed up in hippie clothes, walks into my cafe followed by a lanky blonde, all Louis Vittoned up. The girl is sweet, charged with hope and a huge crooked smile. As she counts out the dirty loose change from her purse, she chats me up about how wonderful our coffee is and how she loves the new art on the walls, she even notices the new faucet, "the old one used to drip, she remarks, "you must be so happy to have a brand new one!" She means this. She is eternal optimism and seems impervious to cynicism, doubt, hatred or greed. She is like being around the sun for all that are lucky enough to orbit her. I bet you know someone like this.
The lanky Louis...well, she is stunning at first glance, then she orders her  double-shot latte',  her cell, wedged in her ear, talking in judgmental clips, while her Platinum Amex tap dances on the counter to a frenetic beat . She has not noticed me, the art, or anyone for that matter. Deeper and more sadly still, she has not noticed herself. I find this sad and at the same time I find I'd like to slap her, knowing everyone on the cafe' would surely applaud. I imagine you know someone like this as well.
Many would lean towards the Louis as the beauty. But to know the ones that missed the beauty in the young girl astonishes me enough to have a second conversation with my husband that night and a third and fourth about it on the phone with my daughter and best friend. They get it and that smooths down my feathers a bit.
I must say this as a counter point. Typically, beautiful woman get prejudged before one gets to hear one word slip from their painted lips. Most women might have seen the same woman enter my cafe and felt a familiar anger and an unsettled insecurity itch up their legs as she walked by. Had she shared the same inner beauty as the young tattooed girl, she would have been wrongly scorned because she was so beautiful. Or, men might predispose she was all they have longed for when, maybe, she in truth was no brighter than that of a 40 watt bulb. 
The coin is a tricky one of beauty vs. beauty. You need only wait a few minutes to let her unfold before you and reveal her true self. Whether she is a disheveled miss Woodstock or a glossy Vogue statue, she may just surprise you. 

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Comment by Tara Klinges on July 8, 2013 at 8:34am

Thank you so much for sharing that!! It feels good to be back!

Comment by wiffledust on July 2, 2013 at 9:02am

Tara! You're back!! This makes me incredibly happy! ...I particularly enjoyed this entry. I'm the one who notices the less obvious beauty and finds the things people notice in women's beauty fascinating. I once had a friend who was clearly society's idea of the perfect beauty. Every man wanted her. Yet no man was nice to her about her beauty in private. They all wanted her to "change" somehow. Most of them wanted her to gain some weight for them to enjoy "in private" but adored her as eye candy in public. Or they wanted this or that enhancement as if she were a "thing". Meanwhile, there are so many "non obvious" beauties out there that are "overlooked" as you said. Pretty is as pretty does our grandmas used to say. There's truth in that. Where I/we live, there are so many women all "fixed up" who parade around as if they are so beautiful even when they are being mean. Yet to me, it's the one with the special sparkle who is REALLY beautiful! Thank you!!!

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