The Funny Thing Is... (14 page)

You go to try on clothes and the door is just getting higher and higher up and lower and lower down. Essentially, you are trying to get dressed behind a two-by-four. You know everyone can see the underwear going down around your ankles. (I don’t know about you, but I always take my underwear off no matter what I’m trying on. Just a habit, really.)

They’ve made the door tiny so the salesperson can get to you. They couldn’t before. They would just be lurking outside the door. “Can I get you anything? Need anything? Everything all right? How is everything? Can I get you anything? My name’s Rachel if you need me. I’m a Capricorn, so I love to help people. My uncle’s in prison for a crime he didn’t commit. I love Ally McBeal. Did you see it last week? I have an eating disorder and won’t admit it. Do you think I’m pretty? I hate my job. Can I run away with you? Do you know Tom Cruise? Would he think I’m pretty?”

Now she can just poke her head right in there. “Can I get you anything? How is everything? Need anything? Everything all right?”

“I said I would call you, Rachel. I don’t need anything.”

All that checking in. What could go so wrong that they need to check on you that often? “My bra is in my ass… !
Rachel
!”

I’d like to see how far they would go to help you if you did tell them your bra was in your ass. “Oh, my. It is in the ass? So do you need a different size or color?”

And they’ve also taken the mirror out of the dressing room, so that you are forced to walk out to take a look at yourself. This is so they can get another shot at you. They are there to tell you how nice you look since you don’t have opinions of your own.

“That looks fabulous.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Your ass looks fabulous.”

That’s how they get you. If they tell you your ass looks good, you are buying it. “That blouse makes your ass look fabulous. Is that your bra? Well, it makes your ass look
fabulous
!”

The ass is such an important thing now. We check out our ass like crazy when we try on clothes. Not only do we check out our ass, but our entire facial expression changes when we do. We make the ass face.
That is my ass
. You turn a different way.
That is my ass that way
. Then you start to walk away.
I’m going to walk away and that is my ass
.

We don’t make the ass face when we are at home naked looking at ourselves in the mirror. Totally different face then.

I’m amazed by people who are just so comfortable with their nakedness. It doesn’t matter what they look like. They are just totally comfortable being naked. I admire that in people.

I think the people who are the most comfortable being naked are those people who videotape themselves having sex. You’ve got to be so confident about your body to be videotaping your sex. Because no matter how much your partner loves you, in the heat of everything, stuff is moving so fast and at so many different angles, it’s not going to be pretty. When you watch the videotape later, you risk your partner saying, “I never saw that before. Have you seen that thing you do, yourself, right there? That thing … right there.”

People who videotape their sex are doing it for only one of two reasons. Maybe they’re doing it because they are so egotistical that they love nothing more than watching themselves. “Look at us. We are
hot
! Look at us … Look at us! Ooh … look at me. Look at me! Look
at you
. Look at me again. Look … look … look. Look at me!”

Or maybe people tape themselves so they can watch the playback together like football players, looking for ways to improve their performance the next time. “All right. Let’s take a look right here, shall we? Okay. Here is what I’m talking about. See how your elbow is up so high and your back is arched right there? Not the best time to do that. I think I’d hold out on that until … there. That is when you should do it—right …
there
. Okay. And what is going on right here? What is happening, I’ll tell you. Nothing. A lot of energy. A lot of energy. A lot of energy. Look at my face. Nothing. Nothing going on. Nothing! You might want to kick in once in a while. You know what I’m saying. Now, I know I’m biting my lip. That’s to keep from laughing. Where did you come up with
that
little technique? Did you make that up? I thought so. Don’t do it. Okay? Don’t cry … Come on! This is how we learn! Let’s get back in there and try it again. Come on. What do you mean, you’re not in the mood?”

I don’t know. I don’t understand a lot of the stuff people are into but I do believe that everyone has the right to do whatever they want with their bodies. If it makes you feel good, do it. It’s your life and it’s your body. As long as there are two consenting adults—or three or five sometimes, I guess.

I just don’t understand a lot of it.

Like people who are into the Mile High Club. You know, those people who have sex in a bathroom on a plane. I don’t understand that. First of all, I have questions. How do you even fit two people in there to have sex? I mean, I barely have room to have sex in there by myself. I have to leave the door open a smidgen because my leg has to be … you know … just so. That’s how I like it.

Sex should bring people together but sometimes it really separates them. We have this huge debate going on right now about same-sex marriage. There are people who are against it. There are people who are for it. And the people who are against it say marriage is a union between a man and a woman and it has always been that way and it should always remain that way. If we change the law to include two people of the same sex, they say, then what will be next? Someone could marry an
animal
. That is where they go right away. These people scare me. They think
we’re
weird.

I don’t want to marry a goat. I really don’t. I can’t imagine even dating a goat—getting to the point that you’re serious enough to make that kind of a commitment. Sure, you can live together for a little while to figure it out, see if you are compatible …

I’m just picturing the apartment you’d have, you and the goat. Photographs all over the place—you and the goat on the beach running, holding hands. You and the goat being serenaded by mariachis at a restaurant. You and the goat in front of the Eiffel Tower eating crepes and tin cans. You and the goat making faces in a strip from the photo booth.

Sunday morning you’ll be trying to read the paper; the goat is trying to eat it. “Don’t you eat that section. I haven’t read that yet! Don’t you eat … Don’t you eat … Come here! I love you, you goat.”

I think it would be a tough day even for the most open-minded parents if you brought the goat home. “Mom, Dad, this is Billy. We are in love.”

I guess what I’m trying to say is, there are a lot of self-righteous people out there. And if you try to adjust your life to please them—by the way you dress, your sexuality, or the ass faces you like to make—you’re just going to go crazy and risk being as unhappy as these self-righteous kooks are.

So enjoy your life. God gave us our bodies as a gift. (Granted, to some of us it’s kind of a gag gift, but that’s okay too.) Wear what you want, love who you want, and have fun.

There are so many different ways to end a book.

There are some people out there who love the ending the best. In fact, they’ll buy a book and go straight for the ending. (If everyone were like that, I could have saved myself some time and
just
written the ending. Maybe that’ll be my next book.)

The people who just like to read the last page might like a traditional ending. So, since I like to try to please everyone (I know they say “you can’t please all of the people all of the time,” but, by God, I’ll die trying), here goes…

When Mama saw what I had done, she gathered up all her muster and with a huge smile on her face said, “Ellen, if you’ve said that once, you’ve said it a million times!” As we looked at each other with those faces that only a mother and daughter could recognize, we pulled off our aprons, threw them on the counter, and I said, “Mama, let’s me and you get a cherry soda.” It was that day I knew my life had just begun.

No. That is the worst ending I’ve ever read. I don’t even know what “muster” means. How about this:

As I pulled out of my driveway and into the hazy California sun, I realized that had I not found my true essence, I would never have had the courage to leave all that I had known behind. It was that day I knew my life had just begun.

Mmm. Still not doing it for me. Maybe I should incorporate both endings, like so:

As I pulled out of my driveway and into the lazy (I like that better than “hazy”) California sun, my mother waved good-bye to me with a cherry soda in her hand and a smile on her face that only a daughter could recognize. She pulled off her apron and threw it at my car. And it was that day I knew my life had just begun … with muster.

Good night.

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