One Friday last year, near the end of the work day, I was sitting at my desk fixing my makeup when my office mate walked in catching me mid-lipstick application.
“Where are you going?”
“Meeting up with this guy.”
“Oh no! I don’t think it’s a date. More business, I think.”
“Then why are you putting on lipstick?’
I have an ex who became a friend. Years later, we still hang out on a regular basis and on occasion, the question of “Why didn’t we work out?” comes up in our conversation.
His reason? I’m too independent. My reason? His issue with my independence.
I’ve seen some performance art. Not a lot, but some, and I finally have to confess that I don’t get it. After attending the Outside In Exhibition on Friday at the National Museum of Mexican Arts (I highly recommend it), my friends and I headed to the Pilsen Art Walk for the Chicago Art District’s, 2nd Friday. One of the exhibits we saw was a performance piece. I tried to look serious and pensive, as if I was considering the piece as a representation of society’s… okay, yeah, fuck it. I had no clue. My friends and I walked out after a few minutes, and I confessed that I had no clue and kudos to people who do.
One of my favorite Sex and the City episodes is the one when Carrie decides she’s dating New York City or, truth be told, dating herself. She does fabulous NYC-type things in her designer duds and it all looks amazing. In one scene, she gets caught in the rain and is offered sheltered under a handsome stranger’s umbrella. Le sigh!
I remember your last goodbye. The day you told me that we should cease to be. My mind wanted to be brave and accept your wish without question, but my heart didn’t understand and forced my lips to ask you why.
Forget the crap you see in Cosmo with its glossy pictures and advice about how to keep your man satisfied! We need real talk, and actor/playwright/comedian/dancer/musician/activist, Melissa DuPrey brings it to us like she’s one of our Girls and we’re dishing secrets at a slumber party, in her one-woman show, SEXomedy.