Wednesday, August 28, 2013
"Girl World" Strikes at the Makeup Counter
With that said, I would like to address the post at hand: Girl World. What exactly is "Girl World" you ask? Let me explain. Girl World is what I deem the subtle nuances, behaviors, and that energies that occur between women. When we are young, we learn quickly what sly glances signify and how whispers literally speak volumes. Moreover, we become familiar with the way a girlfriend can say "I'm fine" but we know she's is not. With a few questions along with that look that says, "Girl, I am here fore you. You can lean on me," she's confiding in you.
As we age, we develop a sixth sense that heralds a power that can be used for "good and evil." This sixth sense so-to-speak can be an amazing tool to reach out and connect with the other women in our lives. However, this same element can be utilized for sinister intents like spreading gossip, being catty, and basically talking smack to bring down your fellow sisters-in-arms.
To the outside world, the delicate and elusive forces at play go unnoticed. A snicker accompanied by a fast glance can often be construed as mere happenstance but in Girl World, it's a crushing cacophony of alienation and shame. We know they are talking about us. We feel it. In Girl World, we have a language all our own and we know it.
So, let me tell you how Girl World came to "strike" at Macy's Impulse Beauty in Boca Raton Town Center in Boca Raton, Florida. In early June, I went to Boca Raton to visit family and one day, I went to the Inglot counter for some needed products. As I approached the counter, I noticed a sales associate sitting in a chair at the adjacent Benefit counter. She sneered at me and turned to other employees and loudly stated, "I am NOT helping her." I was shocked. What? Did she just say that out loud? She knows I can hear, right? Wow. Just Wow.
After a deep breath and not wanting to get upset, I proceeded to browse at the various eyeshadows, pencils, and lipsticks. Within a few minutes, the Inglot sales associate came over and assisted me with my purchase. I ended up buying stuff because I wanted it but I really wanted to walk away and deny them the satisfaction of that sale. In addition, as the Inglot associate rang up my final purchase at the register, I overheard hushed voices saying, "Oh my god! I know! Her dress! Ha ha ha!!" The sales associate at the register was trying hard to keep a straight face as her colleagues carried on like bitchy teenage wannabes. I could tell she was in on the joke at my expense yet I did not have the chutzpah to say anything. Dammit. I feel like my makeup lust made me into a sitting duck, gossip fodder, and basically a sucker. I walked away and went back to my in-laws, feeling shitty.
When I returned home to D.C., I immediately filed a complaint with Macy's regarding my experience. I will tell you this, despite my cosmetic addiction and admiration for Inglot, I will NEVER EVER set foot in that Macy's again.
Even though I took the high road, I so wanted to tell those women to "**** Off!" I wanted to say, "Hey bitches! I know you are throwing shade at me! Cancel the sale! Where the **** is your supervisor?!" But, I didn't. I walked away. Was my lady-like demeanor and handling of the situation not the right way to conduct myself? I think I have more to lose if I "lose my cool." How do I navigate Girl World while holding my head high?