Mouth Spa

November 17, 2008 at 3:20 pm Leave a comment


When a group of woman spends a weekend together in a small space, an insidious but quick-moving gestalt occurs, and they become one organism by Sunday. By Monday, each person returns to her previous state. But the new organism isn’t dead, only hibernating. And when the right set of circumstances occur – like a return trip to anywhere that isn’t home, rich snacks, and mind-altering and/or numbing party favors- the organism awakens from it’s comatose state.

I spent such a weekend recently and it has changed my mind about a few things. I thought only a few women were as smart and perceptive as me. Nope, they’re everywhere, in every occupation and every town. I thought I was the only person with multiple mental and physical “issues”. Nope. If anything, I rate only about the middle high in that department. Pre-existing conditions-whether in the soul or in the sole- are rampant. Both men and women have issues. But only women turn their issues into “issues.” Women talk a lot. A hell of a lot. So much that they can push a woman who, up until that moment, thought she talked more than any living being on any galaxy and beyond, to tell someone else to shut up. It felt weird. And refreshing. A mouth spa.

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