Sometimes there are moments that hit me in the face and force me into the realization that I’m closer to middle age than not. Seeing this thread What’s The Difference Between Women Of The 90′s And Now? kinda threw me for a loop because it simultaneously made me realize that….I’m… *gasp* MUCH too old to be on some of these message boards that I used to love and that my generation may SERIOUSLY very well be the last of the “Jasmine Bellefleur’s”.
Last year, I posted about my love for vintage black glamour photos. I also made a promise to myself to take more photos when I’m looking sharp…so that future generations would have images of class to look at and possibly emulate. This need was further driven home when I was asked to bring in some of my
professional hooker heels shoes as models for my senior girls to use as guides for appropriate graduation ceremony attire. Over the last 3 or 4 years we’ve had some….interesting choices of stroll to the pole footwear from our young ladies.
Still, it didn’t occur to me until reading some of the comments in the thread about women of the 90′s that even with our crazy, sexy, cool casual tomboy dookie braids wearing, Halle Berry short cuts and asymmetrical bobs – we were still LADIES.
I was pleased to see that the younger readers noticed that we had a variety of styles and looks. Our make-up and hairstyles were realistic and natural looking. Our bodies were not enhanced to the point where we walked around like centaurs…and we did NOT all pose with duck lips and our azzes tooted toward the camera.
While I am the first one to encourage women to embrace their sexuality and harness the power of their sensuality, I think that our younger girls have confused sensuality with sensory overload. I think that may be one of the reasons that even though my work environment can be casual, I make a point to dress up – dresses, heels, skirts – a wardrobe that draws attention, but is professional. I want to make sure that even if they don’t get it now, girls that see me may eventually understand the difference between being Jasmine and settling for all that Jazz.