A Tale of Two Women and their Push Up Bras
In a country not that far away, at a time not very long ago, a nerd with time on her hands hacked into the email accounts of two well-known women. She passed the shocking results on to a friend..who passed them on to a friend…who published them on this blog. Can you guess who these women are?
Divorced and dateless Rose is now sitting around in her pjs watching dvds on a Saturday night, while her old friend Olivia insists HER marriage is absolutely spiffing. But Olivia is starting to feel there must be more to life than ladies who lunch.
Olivia’s brilliant career
You know, I’ve been thinking about something you said. It’s funny your mentioning that Manifesto of ours, because it gave me an idea.
What do you think about me becoming involved in politics again? Of course it’s been such a long time since I did anything of that sort – well, not since I left the University Liberals in the 70s really! I’m seriously thinking about it. Needless to say I shan’t be joining the Socialist Front, as I think you know.
Sure why not! I thought about joining up with the local branch of the labour party but it’s all school teachers and guys with woolly beards and no sense of humour so there’s no point really is there, I mean I’m not that desperate.
Oh I don’t know. You never were in it for the principles, were you. As opposed to the principals. Lol, as Victoria would say.
Actually I’ve been very active on the board of the school P&C ever since Victoria was five – you know, fetes and uniform policy and cookie drives and so on – but I can’t help feeling my talents are wasted, trying to stem the king tide of thirteen year old girls trying to look like Britney Spears. Does that sound immodest?
So many of the other parents have been telling me I should go forth and be a force for good in the world – and that the P&C is just too small a field for my organizational gifts. Steve says that is because they are fed up being pestered by me about the library fund – but I’m sure he’s just being spiteful.
You go for it girl! I think you are MADE for politics! Hey remember you wearing that Property is Theft sticker on your schoolbag – god the nuns used to hate that – and that time you made us all do a sit-in in front of the headmaster’s office cause they banned you from selling the Social Activist Monthly in front of the school gates to the kids waiting for the bus. Not that you sold a lot, right! Didn’t we have to spend our own pocket money buying the bloody things to make it look like you did ok back at headquarters?
What’s Steve think about it? You two would make a great political couple. I can just see it now, you’re Leader of the Free World and Steve’s like, First Gentleman? Ok I know you’re starting off at the arse end of the world over there but you gotta have dreams.
Steve likes the idea. He says it’s about time I did something that mattered. Besides, he says, my talents are wasted on nagging! Irritating man!
I do think it’s time I did something other than Marriage, Motherhood and Home Decorating. Do you remember what excellent grades I used to get in high school? And how you used to say life wasn’t about grades, it was about having experiences – of course you meant sex. And Mother used to say, “Never mind being such a swot Olivia, why don’t you wear your skirt a little higher, you’ll never attract a man at this rate.” One comes to a different perspective in one’s forties, don’t you think?
Did I say that? That was probably cause I was jealous of you – I never did manage to get good grades (except in sex 101). You know what I reckon I’m kind of jealous of you now. How come you get to be married to a millionaire and all I get is the shitty career (ha!)? I’m the one who’s supposed to have a fucking postgraduate degree in men!
Jealous of ME! Darling, don’t be. I know I said I’m very happy with Steve – and of course I AM – but sometimes I think, what have I really achieved? I’m someone’s WIFE. Wonderful, let’s hear the applause!
Frankly, no. But you know, I feel a CHANGE is coming on.
(Not that kind of change, darling)