When I Grow Up

I got my hair cut last week. I went from long to short. I like the short, and I really liked it today when I straightened it. Unfortunately, since it was raining, it went sort of curly but not really, and just looked bad. An occupational hazard of curly hair, if you will.

But, I got a hair cut and people kept telling me that they thought my hair was cute. I’m not sure what cute means. I wasn’t aiming for cute. Ravishing and resourceful yes, but not cute. Cute is kittens and puppy dogs and little blonde girls with ringlets. Cute are the onsies that Jen makes. I wanted elegant, lovely, attractive. Not cute.

My hair was cute.

My boss came over today and told me that we had to re-run a data base process. Actually, he came around and said “Kiddo, we have to re-run process X.”

I’m a bit confused. I am – maybe – 12 years younger than my boss? Maybe. He’s not that old, and I’m not that young.

I wish I had said something, anything. Kiddo? (I was a bit shocked by the kiddo remark, rendered speechless, you might say). I looked good today. The running and weight loss are paying off, I’m telling you. And I assure you, I have been well enough developed for long enough that no one is going to mistake me for a pre-pubescent girl.

So, when I grow up, I want to have elegant and lovely hair, and I want for people to stop calling me kiddo.

What about you?

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8 Responses to When I Grow Up

  1. a says:

    Ah, high school, I remember it well. Everyone told me how cute I was and I snarled and snapped at them. I did not want to be cute. I wanted to be hot. Attractive. Sexy. Cute may be attractive, but it is neither hot nor sexy.

    In my 20s, I realized that yes, I was cute. I would never be beautiful, or hot, or sexy. I was always going to be cute. Why? Because I look much younger than I am. I gave a presentation to an auditorium full of police detectives, and the review that was communicated back to me? “The little elf in black did a nice job.”

    In my 30s, I started worrying more about being healthier. I looked with dismay at the wrinkles and the gray hair that were starting to appear, but decided that cute…well, it’s kind of long lasting. And, hey, it’s not half bad when you’re past your youth but people are still complimenting you.

    Now that I have entered my 40s, I am happy for people to call me kiddo and tell me I look cute. Because for me, cute = youth and kiddo = energy. But then, I have no intention of ever growing up.

    Also, most people have a limited vocabulary. As far as hair descriptions go, cute can mean anything from elegant and lovely to “who are you kidding? You’re not 12 any more.”

  2. WhiteStone says:

    Now if you had been wearing two braids down your back I can see how he might have called you “Kiddo”. But a new short ‘do? Obviously he wasn’t paying attention in some class on manners. lol

  3. Brown Owl says:

    “Cute” is way better than bedraggled. With natural curls you may actually be crowned with a halo!

    “Kiddo” is a tad casual, but not ill meant. Sounds like your boss is glad you are there to handle these tasks.

  4. Sue says:

    Living in my college town, I rarely hear “kiddo.” I am *far* above the average age here. Though, the older gentleman who owns the local pet supply store always calls me “kid,” which for some reason makes me smile, in spite of myself.

    I know this sounds maudlin and cheap, too easy, but really? I’d like for someone to call me “Mommy.” Because that’s who I am.

    Professionally? I’d like to be Dr. T-E. Or Prof.

    Both are probably two years away. At least.

  5. debby says:

    I would like to have a good job. That’s all I need that I don’t have now. Just that.

  6. HereWeGoAJen says:

    I am constantly struggling to look my age. I think I may have it, now that I have ditched the sneakers, but I need to start wearing make-up again.

  7. erin says:

    I get cute a lot, and I agree as a 30+ year old women cute isn’t what I am going for in a hairstyle. I haven’t been kiddo’d but I am refered to as Miss Erin. Which is a bit strange to me given I am a married women. When I grow-up I don’t want to be a “Miss” anymore!!

  8. Jamie says:

    I’ve spent my whole life trying to look sophisticated. I’ve about decided I’m not going to get there!!

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