After reading a Washington Post editorial today about the new dress code for women in the Missouri State Legislature, I feel my head starting to explode. This could get both problematic and messy. Before I lose my ever-lovin’ mind, let me rant. I will then take a Melatonin, go to bed, and wake up my positive self again tomorrow.
•Regardingthewomen’s dress code changes: is this really the pressing issue a new legislature is going to tackle right off the bat after taking their oaths of office ? Isn’t this something that could be addressed with in-house memos? You are telling me that women are not allowed to bare their shoulders and that those shoulders must be covered by blazer, cardigan, or knitblazer? Furthermore, stylish wraps and shawls are vetoed?
What the heck?
Professional dress should be required. Jackets, ties, dresses, skirts, hosiery. I am all for that when representing in an official capacity. But come on. My mother rocked the shawl draped over her shoulders when she went to the symphony with my sister, who by the way chose to wear a tailored jacket. Both of them were stylish, and as far as I know no one was distracted at the sight of their shoulders, necks, arms, faces, legs, or ears.
• Rant two concerns the continuing saga of my car rental. The repair on the bodyofmycarwascompleted in November. To date, the shop is only waiting on the air bag. I cannot drive the vehicle without the air bag? I was born in 1956, when babies were held in their mother’s arms in the front seat. Airbags weren’t even mandated until 1998. And why am I still having to pay a good-faith deposit on the rental every Friday when I call in to renew? I am an old lady who, after nearly three months renting, is not going to flee to Torreón, México, in a Hyundai Venue.
• Finally, the Cowboys lost. Again. To San Francisco on the 49ers’ home field. There are two plays in Cowboys’ history that have brought me to tears. The first occurred on December 31, 1967, in Green Bay. The second time I felt that angst came on January 10, 1982, in San Francisco. That Dwight Clark highlight reel still irks me. Tonight’s loss just made me shrug my nonbare shoulders.
Truthfully, Missourians can vote for a ban on hair extensions and toupees for all I care. And as long as I get my Honda Civic back in time to take an epic road trip this summer, I’ll be grateful. The Cowboys? Well, let’s just say I am sad for the team but not for their owner. He needs to move back home to Arkansas.
Two scoops of chocolate ice cream on a cone have made me forget about the Don’t Show-Me State, the deer that ran into my little car, and the interception Dak threw before halftime.
I can always count on my favorite things to save the day.
Snyder, Texas, native Sue Jane Sullivan is a retired schoolteacher whose thought-provoking commentary appears occasionally in several West Texas newspapers, including The Texas Spur and The Caprock Courier.
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