At the Mystick Krewe of Louisianians’ Washington Mardi Gras Ball this past weekend, I marveled at the effortlessness of twenty-something, the gorgeous skin, shiny hair, and perky figures of what I repeatedly and casually describe as ‘little girls.’
The princesses, escorted by their fathers, wear white wedding gowns and tiaras for their debut. They smile nervously but oh-so-prettily at their grandparents and the cameras, making their families proud of their youth and beauty on this, the biggest night of their lives so far.
I find it difficult to remember details of dress and hair from my own twenties and yet, although I abhorred beauty pageants, I recall as though yesterday dreaming of elaborate costumes and rhinestone headpieces, especially following the year that my cousin Flower Anne reigned as Queen of Alla in Gretna.
Knowing that we had neither the money nor the connections, I convinced myself as much as my mother that it just didn’t matter, and that I was happy with the star-power accompanying my half-time piccolo solos and pom-pommed roller skates. The truth is, however, that I wanted to be Queen.
A friend of a friend in Palm Beach brags about the Brazilian butt lift, along with the three years it took to extract every hair from her body.
“Everybody’s doing it!” she exclaimed, pointing out her smooth skin and the specific areas of nip and tuck.
Tempting as it sounds, I think I’ll pass for now, devoted instead to a daily yoga practice and my husband’s razor. Although not nearly as effective, they’re free, and there’s no pain or anesthesia.
In Las Vegas, these young girls trade in their tiaras and gowns for a different princess wardrobe. They run in packs, sporting tiny black dresses and tossing their hair simultaneously while texting the guys they met last night in LIGHT (or MIST or FOG or DIRT), all while planning tomorrow’s coordinated attire. My husband and I study them like an anthropological art project.
Dolores Pepper (a.k.a. Wendy Rodrigue)
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This looks great.