The ladies who lunch

Posted: March 30, 2006 in Uncategorized

Yesterday I was getting ready to leave the little place I was eating and as I began to put on my coat I glanced over at the four women sitting next to me. They were part of the “ladies who lunch” contingent.

I see a lot of those because I work in an upscale neighbourhood. Usually, the ladies who lunch are something of a joke. Always perfectly dressed, perfectly made up, perfectly coiffed, they look, with their facelifts (which are sometimes so terribly terribly wrong) and collagened lips and lipo-ed stomachs and thighs, like plastic mannequins. Empty. Vague. The biggest challenge of the day is rolling out of bed on time to get to the spa for a massage and manicure.

But no, I’m wrong, the biggest challenge is interviewing to find that new maid. Black maids are so “out” now, you absolutely must have the flavour of the month: a Philippina. Maids from the Philippines are where it’s at – and they’re being snatched up like hotcakes. And you know, good help is hard to find, so really, it’s quite stressful being a lady who lunches. Really! If there’s no maid, who’s gonna wash the toilet?

Then all of a sudden it hit me. Yesterday, heading back to the office I actually envied them. I’d like my biggest challenge to be making it on time for that massage. Having nothing to do with my time but spend my bigshot lawyer husband’s money shopping for clothes and redecorating the house every year.

Yep, I’d like to be a lady who lunches. For a minute there it seemed like such a wonderful job. But then I thought of those botched face lifts and mega lips… And the obligatory bleached blond hair. And the maintenance time required for all that plastic “perfection”. And the vacuity and the emptiness.

And I walked back to the office, looking forward to the weekend and spending it in the cottage we worked so hard to buy.

  1. Hageltoast says:

    I agree. I always say to M, if we win the lottery i shall only work 4 days a week instead of 5. I love my job and my life, and it would be nice to have all that money, but i’d hate to have nothing to say from one day to the next.

  2. Anonymous says:

    What about the 90 housewife, who pullup in there huge SUV and out jumps this mom, who is as big as my little finger and needs a step stool to get in and out of the damn vehicle??? Similar to the ladies that lunch, only these gals think they have such a tough life toting kids!!

  3. Big Brother says:

    Hey sister mine, makes me think of the Westmount-Green Avenue matrons who would greet each other by air kissing, like about 8 inches from each other (no contact pluleeze that’s so plebian). Or the Spandex bunnies that arrive in a huge BMW SUV, and would go work out with a full application of makeup, big hair and the obligatory sweat band… even though thay would never …shudder… sweat. Tell you the truth, I don’t envy them a bit… what do they do when sugar daddy finds a new trophy wife? It must be a pretty vacuous existance, and at the end of it what will they be able to say they accomplished. The wheel turns and karma wise they might find it hard to justify such an existance. ;o)

  4. Sharma says:

    A life of leisure…sounds good to me, except that the money should be what I’ve earned and my childrens activities would fill up my day – thats the ideal life!

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