Suddenly dawns on me that the name "The Pink Zone" could be construed as a bit graphic, for say a cheap clothing store that specializes in cheap, hanging out with your friends on Friday night clothes.
Anyway, took my friend Rae to The Pink Zone the other day when she came by for lunch. One thing about being a job searching, mommy type person is that you have plenty of time for lunches with your friends. She'd never been there, though she'd heard a lot about it from the girls who work with her (and who apparently dress up every day for work, Pink Zone style).
I was once a peruser of all things Pink Zone, was one to buy cheap shirts and cheaper dresses, throw on some big plastic beads and call it day. It's hard to resist stocking up on shirts that are less then $10. And don't get me started on the shoes (oh the shoes).
Rae, bless her heart, coming straight out of the Southwest where apparently they don't wear fancy shoes every day when they go out, had yet to experience the beauty of cheap clothing and cheap knock off bags with cheap jackets. Upon entering The Pink Zone she promptly gasped "a girl could go a little nuts in here."
It's true, and there were plenty of girls already going nuts with their mini skirts and their leggings. It didn't take long to realize we were the oldest and least dressed up people in the place.
It became official just how uncool we were when I picked up a tshirt that said, and I'm not kidding, "Just add alcohol. Buy me a drink I'll talk to you. Buy me two drinks I'll listen. Buy me three drinks, your place or mine?"
Now, I'm not going to lecture about the pitfalls of being the girl at the bar who gets all friendly when the drinks start coming her way, one shouldn't judge even if one has say, once or twice, been in one anothers shoes and what not. Heck, I'm not even going to go on and on about how yeah, that's your twenties and everybody knows it (Britney Spears) we're just lucky enough that we don't have to say, have it splattered all over national magazines.
But to advertise? Am I from the 50's because I'm about to say this sentence: back in my day, we at least had a little decorum and privacy, we weren't just PUTTING IT OUT THERE.
Sure if you buy us a few drinks there is a chance we might let you follow us home, but we're not going to write that on a tshirt and wear it out. How about "sorry didn't shave my legs, you're only getting to second base tonight" or even "hey I like your friend better but I'll settle for you" or how about "I have a boyfriend I just want to prove how desirable I still am."
The shirt, needless to say, was a bit of wake up call that I no longer live in the world of The Pink Zone... not that it means I'm not going to pick up a nice pair of cheap jeans here and there.
But I'm staying away from the tshirts.
*Ray bought some cute shirts that did not have any reference to fun dipping, sugar licking and/or how easy she is if you buy her enough stuff. We're such old farts.*
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