As a little girl when I would run errands with my Mom, my favorite part was the magnifying eyeglass turnstile located in most drug stores. While she shopped, I would try on every pair of “grandma glasses” and pose in the minuscule mirror. When my mom was ready to pay I’d bounce over to the counter and hand her the pair I liked best with a sheepish smile. “Jodi, nobody wants glasses,” she’d tell me. “Be thankful that you don’t need them.” but I liked glasses and I wanted them. She often gave in to my vision for lack of a better word. While most pre-teen girls loved going to the mall with their friends sans parents to scope out guys and fall fashions, I was scoping out the “REAL fake hair” kiosk. It was there for as long as I had remembered. I would drag my friends and family members to the cart of hair located conveniently next to the food court so that I could try on “Phony ponies”, clip in colors, and faux bangs. Everyone would giggle as the sweet ladies sectioned my hair hoping to make a sale. “How did they stay in business?” I wondered. Well when I was 11 years old I found out. I had one specific highlighted high pony that was too thick and blonde for my hair and it was fantastic! I needed it. My older sister happened to be with me and offered to buy it for me as a 3 month early birthday present. I was ecstatic. When they rung us up to both our surprise it was 70 dollars! (I now realized how they stayed in business). She still reluctantly agreed to get it for me and I strutted down the hall of my middle school like I owned it. Whenever I was dragged to get mani/pedis I would cringe at the idea of sitting still for 30 minutes only to end up with a less then stellar result. So if I was going, I was gonna make it worth it. Each of my manicures consisted of multicolored nails with dots and stripes and glitter. The nail girl Janet (who is still the only person I’ll use without a fight) always knew what to expect when I walked in. The rich anorexic women would peer over my shoulder with a look of disdain as my “work of art” was being created. I loved it. I don’t know if you know where I’m going with this, so I’ll tell you.
All of these things that people found so bizarre, are now at the center of pop culture. I could have chalked this all up to coincidence UNTIL my roommate asked me to go to an exhibit with him that was created by a world famous artist. White drapes are hanging from the ceilings along with swings that the public can use. Now when he told he about this, my first response was frustration. My Manhattan apartment has white drapes hanging and I have “Swing Hardware” from Home Depot sitting in a bag on my couch waiting for the right person to come install it. Anyone that knows me knows that I have wanted a swing from my ceiling for as long as I can remember. I refuse to go to this exhibit because almost every person I presented my swing idea to laughed in my face. The point of this rant? Next time I present an idea, maybe take a second before accusing me of being “Crazy” like it’s a bad thing. I am an innovator. Take notes people.
Sorry if this comes off as bitter but don’t underestimate me <3