Friday, March 18, 2011

I should stop thinking so much.

You know how you can go anywhere and pick out the LDS women?
Like gay-dar.
Mormon-dar?.
Realizing someone is a member of the Church, its like an automatic friend.
I like friends.

I have this theory.
There are types of classifications that explain the Mormon (women) culture.
You ALL know what I am talking about.
Don't deny it.

I am NOT saying anything about anyone's testimony or saying that they are bad people.
It is a simple observation, that over time, has proven, to me, to be a theory.

 I fit in to neither.

Because of that, I am realizing that there is a flaw.
You see, there are so who are all about putting on pounds of make-up, make their hair huge, wear 'outfits' which usually include some kind of heels, necklace, and/or headband.
Unfortunately, I call it the porn-star look.
(sorry)
With that said, and 3 years of psychology and sociology being my educational history, I could make conclusions or ASSumtions about that type of person. 
But I won't.
It doesn't need to be said. 
But I do admire the ability and effort put in to their appearance, though I could never do the same.

The other classificaiton is those ones that are kinda (not-so-kinda) frumpy.
You know, the ones who come to church in denim skirts and wet hair.
Maybe the occasional flip-flop.
Again, wonderful women. 
They just don't care as much about appearance?
I don't know.

But I am struggling. 
Where do I fit in?
I can think of a handful of women who don't 'fit in' to one of my categories.
Does there need to be a new category?
What should it be called?

Clarification, due to a lack of understanding:
BECAUSE THERE ARE THOSE WHO FALL IN BETWEEN..THOSE WHO TAKE CARE OF THEMSELVES AND ENJOY BEING PRESENTABLE, BUT DON'T BECOME OBSESSED, AND/OR OVER-KILL IT, LIKE MYSELF. 
(Which is indeed the point of this blog...something called self-realization that my so called 'theory' [that I have had since my teen years]is incorrect and needs to be re-evaluated.)
I love how I have to do this.
Brilliant.


I have always found sociology and psychology of cultures fascinating.
I love do try to understand the dynamics of how or why things are the way they are...
like how some people close testimonies or talks, "in the name of Thy Son"?
Or how Relief Socities can get their crap together in less than a week and throw a lunch after a funeral?
(and develop a whole line of funeral food...funeral potatoes anyone?)
Or like how in the late 80s and early 90s, tole painting was the shiz.
Now, its quilting. (Emily)


I really don't know the point of what I am trying to say.

But societies are so interesting. 
Mabye I should go back to school and become a sociologist.
An LDS sociologist.
??


4 comments:

  1. I like this post. I think you are on to something here. I also think the catagories might be regional too. For example, in northern Virginia, there are way more me, you, emily types than anyone else. Stylish, fun, creative types all over. In Hawaii, its different still. I dont know what Im saying either, but Im saying it anyway.

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  2. Thank you. I got torn apart by someone not smart enough to understand what I was trying to say. I am not making a judgement. Making a statement based on what I've observed. I'm sure, as in any region or culture, there is great variety. And that's what I find so interesting. I would love to travel around and observe societies and collect and analyze data collected and try to make connections. Like why the poop Virginia has such awesome people. Or why people in the valley like to highlight the crap out of their hair and look like zebras. I just like to think about why people do what they do.

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  3. Out of mere curiosity, was the person who tore you apart a high heels and hair bows type or a flip flops ad frumpy hair type? Nevermind, I already know the answer.

    The truth hurts.

    Yesterday I was bombarded by a group of HH types at Costa Vida that I can only assume were from Gilbert. They looked at me like I personally ruined their meal by coming in to public with my children. When I left I told them they were welcome for enjoying the free entertainment brought to them by my oldest two sons wrestling over a spoon and that we'd be there all week.

    I guess it was a little too witty for their intelligence. No one laughed. Except me when I walked out.

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