Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Elitism

I live in an elitist town.

What does this mean? It means I will never measure up. I will never be good enough to be in the "hip mom" circle.

Most of the time, I'm okay with that. I know I'm educated and my child(ren?) will grow up to hopefully be educated, caring people.

I don't care that I'm not the most fashionable mom at the park. I spend my money on things that bring pleasure to me, like books and photography equipment.

But sometimes, it really hurts.

Like tonight.

I went to an open house for a new toy lending library. I was hoping to get some business exposure (I have a home party business selling toys) since I figured that anyone willing to shell out $100 a year to borrow a few toys would be willing to buy some of these good quality educational toys.

Everyone at the open house was wearing a cute little dress and looked like they had just come from having high tea. I was wearing a decent shirt (no baby snot) and casual pants.

I tried to smile and act like it didn't matter that no one was talking to me.

The "owner" introduced herself and I was able to talk to her for a few minutes about our business possibilities since we had spoken on the phone.

Then one of the "committee" members came up and was introduced. And proceeded to monopolize me right out of the conversation by speaking only to the owner and facing her. Hello, I can read that body language a mile away. It says, "you're not welcome here".

I was so hoping to break into this circle for my business, but I guess I'd have to be "one of them" to do that. And that's not going to happen while I slouch around in my flip-flops, taking pictures of everything and not caring that I have dirt on my butt.

3 comments:

Brillig said...

UGH! What a nightmare. I'm so sorry-- I know (from my own similar experiences) how painful this can be. I truly hope you recognize that the problem is THEIRS, not YOURS. Still, it hurts, I know. Doesn't it feel like we were supposed to grow out of this sort of cliquish crap in high school? And yet, no. Adulthood is just as full of it as adolescense was. Grrrrrr...

Heather said...

Here from Brillig's...

(hugs) sorry this happened to you. As an adult I seem to be doing ok - not uber popular but not hidden either - but in high school? Ugh, we moved to a VERY small town when I was in highschool - and ain't no way no how an outsider can break in the circle that kids were pretty much born into....

Here's hoping you can overcome. In the meantime, hang in, sweetie!

Beth said...

Here from Brillig's also.

I'm sorry this happened -- and I've felt that way plenty of times, too. Why are people so mean to each other? How do people look right past others?

*hugs* I wish I could do something to help.