But in aggressively labeling myself a Daria type, and in my haste to be a cool, evolved person, I think I forgot that some of the things that people from my hometown tended to love actually seem pretty fun. I… kind of maybe would have liked to join a sorority. In college. I might have liked to go to a college where sororities existed. A little bit. I think I actually would have loved that in college. I would have liked the excuses to dress up and the planning and the ceremonies. I mean, they all sit in circles and light candles, and I don’t know what that’s about, but I loved The Craft! Prior to that I kind of would have liked to do the debutante thing, even though I was reading Betty Friedan and Andrea Dworkin and had decided it was a really outmoded institution.
I also decided that I was never going to cook, because I wouldn’t be in the kitchen, so I think I took some of that a little too literally.
It’s not bad that I was so aggressively inclined to reject those things – I think all of us want to rebel against our upbringings a little bit – but I also think that there’s a certain point where you’ve grown up to an extent that doesn’t seem as necessary as it once did. You get to a point where you know who you are, and you’ve figured out which things you value, and you don’t need to grip to your identity as say a “Daria reading Democrat” to the exclusion of things that might be fun for you.
Maybe. Does everyone feel that way? Do you?
As I get older, I think more and more, that, providing your parents weren’t awful, what’s so bad about turning into your parents?
Maybe not that much.
And, you know, it’s a nice feeling. It’s a nice feeling when you feel like you’ve gotten far enough along in your life that you don’t have to spend a good quarter of your energy trying to prove that you are different from everyone you grew up with.
So, I like the idea of the Junior League. I do. I like the idea of women getting together to do good. I like the idea of a group. I like the notion of the sorority I could never bring myself to join. I’m probably not going to be great at working at Senior Citizen’s homes (really: if I was 100 the last thing I would want to do is hang out with someone as uncomfortably awkward as me) but I figure I can call people on the phone and strongly suggest that it would be a good idea to give money. I can hold a tennis racket in a really menacing, club-like fashion while I do. And pastries. I could probably help make pastries for events. In a kitchen. I’ll be in a kitchen while I prepare them. That seems like it will work.
And you know, perhaps some of them will be Daria watchers, too.