Monday, March 21, 2016

Who's gon' check me, boo?

For those of you unfamiliar with the Real Housewives franchise, these words of wisdom hail from Sheree Whitfield from Real Housewives of Atlanta.

Say what you will about christening her house after herself (Chateau Sheree) or her ability to pay income taxes, but she really nailed it with this one.

And I am only 20% embarrassed to admit that this has become my mantra of sorts as of late.

I haven't read a book or written a blog post in several months.

I can't be bothered to care about styling my hair, consistently showering, or applying eye liner but my nails must be pristinely manicured at all times.

I cried while watching Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants (currently on netflix!).

I haven't given my dear friend feedback on her short story but have a document on desktop that reads: "Outfits for Honeymoon".

I binge watched the first 8 episodes of Making a Murder within a 48 hour period, but still have yet to watch the last two because shit got too real.

I told myself I was going to cut back on sugar only to then go and buy a pack of red velvet oreos.

I purchased (and consumed) three french baguettes from Clear Four Bakery over the past 72 hours.

And yet?

Who's gon' check me, boo?

I have also been on a real Rosé kick recently, even sampling one called Whispering Angeles. That, you can feel free to check me on.

Not to cross pollenate polarized cultural references but I like to think that this charming turn of phrase encapsulates the very essences of the Shakespearean aphorism: to thine own self be true.

But perhaps with just a dash more bitchiness.

And on the off chance I am being a little too subtle for those readers undiscerning of my particular brand of subterfuge, things at Chateau Wendy have been a bit frustrating these past two months.

I've manage to let most of it go, so in an effort to avoid the real housewife trap of "letting things go" only to bring them up every 5 seconds until some one's hair extensions get yanked out, I am not going dredge it all up here.  Ain't got time for that drama.

Suffice it to say, that this little spell has led me to the not so revelatory revelation that doing what you believe to be right should trump everything else: being liked, being diplomatic, being cooperative.

Because ultimately when I am adhering to my own principles, who's gon' check me, boo?