My book club is funner than yours!
And no, the wigs had absolutely NOTHING to do with that month’s book selection.
So what kind of funky book club makes you wear ugly wigs? Well, it all started like this . . .
The month before at our last book club, one of our members mentioned how she had a horrible haircut just days before she was to go on vacation to Hawaii with her husband. The haircut was awful, so she said. Devastating and tear enducing.
Her solution was to purchase a wig.
She told us all about this wig, how easy it was to maintain, how natural it looked, and how much her husband liked it. Well, we had to see this wig for ourselves (who wouldn’t?). She told us she would wear it to the next meeting.
We have a couple of tricksters in our group (my kind of gals) who decided it would be funny if we all came sporting a wig of our own. Out came the platinum blond wigs, the mullets, and the afros. (I’m the one in front, far left, who looks like the “Church Lady” from SNL—just the look I was going for too).
Just so you know, the lady standing right behind me in the dark jacket is wearing the professional wig. And BOY was it nice! You’d never know it was fake hair. It looked that good.
It got me thinking . . . I want one too. Not just one either, but a BUNCH of wigs. I’d have me my “Pretty Morning Mom” wig (which would cure my Ugly Mother problem—see earlier blogs); my “Cher” wig, because EVERYONE needs a super long Cher wig (I know you want one too); my “Sunday Best” wig for church and other spiritually related moments in life; my “Blonds have more fun” wig, for reasons you need not know; Oh, and of course my “Lucille Ball” and “Dolly Parton” wigs just because. Maybe I’d even buy me an “I’m-angry-with-you-so-you-better-watch-out” wig.
“Ma’s got on her angry wig, ya’ll better run!” (Not sure why I hear “hick-talk,” but it seems right for the moment).
So how was the book, you may be wondering? The book we all came together to discuss? Oh that . . . well, it was okay.
Just kidding, Erica. It was good. Women, Food, and God by Geneen Roth (she was featured on Oprah, so it has to be good, right? Oprah wouldn't steer us wrong). Most of the women enjoyed it and gained something wonderful from the book. A few others, not so much. But we had a wonderful discussion about how we as women see ourselves and the doubt and emotions that tend to lead up to overeating (or to any obsession, for that matter). Overall, we learned that unless we treat the TRUE reason why we struggle with food, we’ll never cure ourselves. Diets will fail (diets suck, I just had to put that in there). But more importantly, we need to love and accept ourselves. As the book states: "It's never been true, not anywhere at any time, that the value of a soul, of a human spirit, is dependent on a number on a scale. We are unrepeatable beings of light and space and water who need these physical vehicles to get around. When we start defining ourselves by that which can be measured or weighed, something deep within us rebels . . . you already have everything you need to be content.”
Five Stars: Loved it. Read it in one day; Couldn't put it down
Four Stars: Liked it; Read it in a week; Good read; Entertaining
Three Stars: It's ok. About a Month to read; Average story
Two Stars: Didn't like it. Took longer than a month, but I finished it.
One Star: Hated it.Took several months to read. Bored to death.
(All my reviews are based upon my personal feelings, regardless of past or present hype for the book. I don't believe in book bashing either and will do my best to fair in my review).