A Husband~The Ulitmare Accesory :
Posted: May 21st, 2006, 12:46 pm
in the looking glass | the real you
February 08, 2005
Sadi Ranson-Polizzotti
After all, after all of these years in the business, I realized just recently that I have become the very thing or person I once used to hunt and pursue - that is, the mentor, the reference, the touchstone, the person who I look at and say I Want To BE Like Her When I Grow Up.
How odd to see other women whom even I would admire - smart, beautiful, talented women, who want to be like me. It's a strange phenomenon to watch as over the course of several months or years, they take on various traits: suddenly they wear dance shoes with a t-strap and ankle socks. The hair is thrown into a hasty bun and held with a red editing pencil. The skirts lengthen and become darker; the tops are camisoles with a white oxford on top if in the office and nothing if not in the office. They become very Prada - because we all know The Devil Wears Prada and lord knows that it's my favorite and I love the simplicity of Prada. Even my face is Prada: simple, plain, freckled and surrounded by straight, wheat colored hair. What I am saying is that not only does my attitude and my approach to publishing become a thing to be emulated and studied, but my very being becomes something to emulate and to copy. I begin to see Sadi facsimiles in the office and it's flattering, I know, and I keep reminding myself of this and my husband reminds me too, but it's hard when these very same admirers would have my own husband in a flash if given the chance because that would be the ultimate score to make them me. He is the ultimate Sadi accessory, if a person could be such a thing.
How sad to see my own husband reduced to accessory status
http://blogcritics.org/archives/2005/02/08/171452.php
February 08, 2005
Sadi Ranson-Polizzotti
After all, after all of these years in the business, I realized just recently that I have become the very thing or person I once used to hunt and pursue - that is, the mentor, the reference, the touchstone, the person who I look at and say I Want To BE Like Her When I Grow Up.
How odd to see other women whom even I would admire - smart, beautiful, talented women, who want to be like me. It's a strange phenomenon to watch as over the course of several months or years, they take on various traits: suddenly they wear dance shoes with a t-strap and ankle socks. The hair is thrown into a hasty bun and held with a red editing pencil. The skirts lengthen and become darker; the tops are camisoles with a white oxford on top if in the office and nothing if not in the office. They become very Prada - because we all know The Devil Wears Prada and lord knows that it's my favorite and I love the simplicity of Prada. Even my face is Prada: simple, plain, freckled and surrounded by straight, wheat colored hair. What I am saying is that not only does my attitude and my approach to publishing become a thing to be emulated and studied, but my very being becomes something to emulate and to copy. I begin to see Sadi facsimiles in the office and it's flattering, I know, and I keep reminding myself of this and my husband reminds me too, but it's hard when these very same admirers would have my own husband in a flash if given the chance because that would be the ultimate score to make them me. He is the ultimate Sadi accessory, if a person could be such a thing.
How sad to see my own husband reduced to accessory status
http://blogcritics.org/archives/2005/02/08/171452.php
