‘Little girls in their mothers’ pearls’
I was in a meeting, staring at twin treadmill stompers …
(Did the memo to not stomp publicly become voided when the person who issued it gave her resignation?)
… when a friend texted the news.
TAYVIS ENGAGED!
I texted all my NOLA people and my cousin.
They were all like, wait, what? We hadn’t heard. Is this for-real for real?
After all, Swift Alert hadn’t posted it yet. And they are on top of EVERYTHING.
So of course you can understand our concern that it was just another headline.
Alas, confirmation came.
Then just about every colleague I’ve ever had texted to say they were celebrating with me.
What an amazing day for all of us.
Someone dug up a prophetic tweet between Taylor Swift and Selena Gomez from 2009.
Taylor was reassuring her that true love has to be out there; that it can’t just be something we all make up when we’re 9 years old.
And that’s something to celebrate … two best friends with several very painful breakups behind them … now being engaged together.
She once believed love could be burning red … but it’s golden.
Like Daylight.
I got to thinking about the Sex and the City episode where Charlotte and Trey were invited to do a big magazine shoot of their perfect home, perfect life, perfect marriage.
In reality, it was all in shambles. But Charlotte smiled bravely in their UES penthouse that she’d decorated so tastefully. Even though he wasn’t there because they’d had a terrible fight and he’d left.
Well, Trey did show up. And they portrayed the perfect couple.
Carrie narrated over that, “Little girls in their mother’s pearls” all over the country saw the magazine and wanted to grow up and have that.
Of course Trey had moved out by the time the magazine cam out. But Charlotte got the apartment and married her divorce lawyer.
Today, girls of all ages felt like our younger selves who believed in love or, at least, we remembered who we were before we lived in holy terror of fascism.
We are thrilled that “Mother” is having the best year of her life.
She got her masters back.
She is releasing a new album.
She’s engaged.
She’s in her bright orange showgirl era.
And we’re all so happy for her.
In that, we are allowing ourselves to be happy for our future selves.
If the girl who wrote about true love till she manifested it can get her happy ending …
Then maybe, just maybe, us girls in our mother’s (or our own, damn it) pearls have a chance, too.