White Trash Tuesday- Chapter Seventy-Three
Love had allowed herself to be dragged out by her
sister and her friends to a bar that she would have never
chosen to go to. The music was horrible and loud, and the
place was crowded with people who were mostly much younger
than Love. All of the boys were wearing nice sweaters and
jeans, and all of the girls were wearing too-short skirts
and too-small tops.
“All of society’s gender stereotypes are right here in
this room,” Love told Lily.
“Whenver I go out, I feel like I’m dressed like a
slut,” Lily said. “But then I get to the bar and see what
everyone else is wearing and I feel like a fucking nun.”
Love laughed.
“I know exactly what you mean,” she said.
For most of the night, Lily joked and laughed with her
friends while Love sat with them in her own small bubble
drinking and not paying attention to what they said. After
she had been sitting there for awhile, she got up.
“I’m going to the bathroom,” she said.
“No!” Lily said. “Don’t break the seal!”
“I gotta,” Love said. She went into the dirty bathroom
where two girls were chattering and putting make-up on in
the mirror. She closed herself into a stall and urinated.
She heard the two girls leave, and then the sound of someone
crying was more audible. Love flushed the toilet and exited
the stall. The crying was coming from a different stall.
“Hello?” Love said. She heard a loud sniff.
“Yes?” said an impatient and barely controlled voice.
“Are you okay?”
“No!” The voice errupted into heavy sobbing.
“What’s wrong?” Love asked.
“Men suck.”
“And?”
“That’s all. They suck.”
“Any particular man?”
“Yeah, my boyfriend.”
“I see.”
“Actually, a friend from high school too, kinda.”
“What did they do?”
“I don’t know. They’re just never happy with me, you
know? I can’t please either of them.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t worry about that,” Love said.
“What are they unhappy about?”
“Well, I had like this huge makeover.”
“Uh huh.”
“And my friend really likes the way I was before, and
hates the way I am now.”
“Typical male,” Love said.
“Yeah, no kidding. My boyfriend’s even worse, though.”
“He hates the new look too?”
“No, he loves the new look, and hates the way I looked
before.” A small laugh interuppted the stranger’s sobbing.
“I see,” Love said, smiling. “And which do you like
better, the way you were before, or the way you are now?”
The laughing and crying stopped.
“I don’t know,” said the woman, sounding bewildered.
“Well, maybe you should figure that out.”
“I guess I should.”
“Do you wanna come out now?”
“My boyfriend’s out there with his friends. I don’t
feel like hanging out with them,” the woman said bitterly.
“Well, you can come have a drink with me,” Love said.
“Come on.”
“Okay. Thanks.” The door of the stall opened and a
blond haired woman with long dark roots came out. Her eyes
were red from crying and her eye make-up was streaked all
over her face. She went to the sink and washed her face and
dried it with a paper towel and then ran her fingers through
her hair. She turned to Love and smiled.
“There, that’s better,” she said.
“I’m Love, by the way.”
“Nice to meet you, Love. I’m Angela.”
sister and her friends to a bar that she would have never
chosen to go to. The music was horrible and loud, and the
place was crowded with people who were mostly much younger
than Love. All of the boys were wearing nice sweaters and
jeans, and all of the girls were wearing too-short skirts
and too-small tops.
“All of society’s gender stereotypes are right here in
this room,” Love told Lily.
“Whenver I go out, I feel like I’m dressed like a
slut,” Lily said. “But then I get to the bar and see what
everyone else is wearing and I feel like a fucking nun.”
Love laughed.
“I know exactly what you mean,” she said.
For most of the night, Lily joked and laughed with her
friends while Love sat with them in her own small bubble
drinking and not paying attention to what they said. After
she had been sitting there for awhile, she got up.
“I’m going to the bathroom,” she said.
“No!” Lily said. “Don’t break the seal!”
“I gotta,” Love said. She went into the dirty bathroom
where two girls were chattering and putting make-up on in
the mirror. She closed herself into a stall and urinated.
She heard the two girls leave, and then the sound of someone
crying was more audible. Love flushed the toilet and exited
the stall. The crying was coming from a different stall.
“Hello?” Love said. She heard a loud sniff.
“Yes?” said an impatient and barely controlled voice.
“Are you okay?”
“No!” The voice errupted into heavy sobbing.
“What’s wrong?” Love asked.
“Men suck.”
“And?”
“That’s all. They suck.”
“Any particular man?”
“Yeah, my boyfriend.”
“I see.”
“Actually, a friend from high school too, kinda.”
“What did they do?”
“I don’t know. They’re just never happy with me, you
know? I can’t please either of them.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t worry about that,” Love said.
“What are they unhappy about?”
“Well, I had like this huge makeover.”
“Uh huh.”
“And my friend really likes the way I was before, and
hates the way I am now.”
“Typical male,” Love said.
“Yeah, no kidding. My boyfriend’s even worse, though.”
“He hates the new look too?”
“No, he loves the new look, and hates the way I looked
before.” A small laugh interuppted the stranger’s sobbing.
“I see,” Love said, smiling. “And which do you like
better, the way you were before, or the way you are now?”
The laughing and crying stopped.
“I don’t know,” said the woman, sounding bewildered.
“Well, maybe you should figure that out.”
“I guess I should.”
“Do you wanna come out now?”
“My boyfriend’s out there with his friends. I don’t
feel like hanging out with them,” the woman said bitterly.
“Well, you can come have a drink with me,” Love said.
“Come on.”
“Okay. Thanks.” The door of the stall opened and a
blond haired woman with long dark roots came out. Her eyes
were red from crying and her eye make-up was streaked all
over her face. She went to the sink and washed her face and
dried it with a paper towel and then ran her fingers through
her hair. She turned to Love and smiled.
“There, that’s better,” she said.
“I’m Love, by the way.”
“Nice to meet you, Love. I’m Angela.”