My Grandpa Swinggle always use to recite the old saying, "Red sky at night, sailors delight. Red sky in the morning, sailors take warning." I used to believe this only referred to the weather. As I sit here today, I wonder if it can be generalized to other areas of life. This week has been a week of, what I am coming to believe, may be red skies for me in my life. No, I don't think a storm is going to erupt in my living room, rather I believe I may be seeing red skies signifying the potential for difficult waters. With this, of course, I mean I am receiving input that may validate the potential that I, Stephanie Ann Swinggle will end up a spinster.
In saying this, I recognize that spinster is a hot button term. Some individuals would say it is a term used to perpetuate the stigmatization of single women within a male dominated society. Single men of a certain age are often referred to as "bachelors" or "playboys" and have images such as the bed hopping 007 or Hugh Hefner (although he is totally getting married, albeit he totally picked the wrong one). These images often convey the message that the life as an older single man is exciting and hip. Women of a certain age who are single, however, are often referred to as "old maids" or "spinsters" and have images such as Miss Havisham ruining lives or the scary cat lady conveying the message that if you don't find someone soon you will die miserable and alone.
You may ask yourself, "Well, Stephanie, why the hell would you use this term to refer to yourself?" Well, part of me is doing it because I'm sick and hopped up on cold medicine. The other part is because I'm currently watching Being John Malkovich on Netflix. Finally, the last part of me feels like the term best signifies my fear of not finding someone and I kind of think it is a funny image. If I can make fun of it, then I won't be hurt, right?
By now you might be saying, "Jeez, when are you going to talk about these red skies and save the rest for your therapist (that's right, I love therapy!!)." Well, here it goes, the top ten signs I am slowly becoming a spinster:
10. When I am getting ready to change into my pajamas at night, I now have a habit of leaving the pants I've been wearing that day in front of the toilet. Yep, while I'm completing my nightly ritual I just swap pants right then and there. So now I have a huge pile of pants in my bathroom.
9. My grandma who used to be obsessed with asking me if I were dating someone and incessantly prayed I would find my soul mate in her lifetime has resorted to only inquiring about the health of my "little dog."
8. Going to Costco is the highlight of my month.
7. I was eying a carpet bag the other day and seriously considered buying it.
6. My Netflix Best Picks list includes: Bones, Brothers and Sisters, an assortment of romantic comedies and Dogs Decoded.
5. I adhere to a strict 10:30 PM bedtime. Even my dog is trained to know when it is bedtime.
4. I've already referenced my dog twice in this list.
3. When talking with friends and family about the developments in their lives, they talk of new pregnancies or interesting trips they are planning. I tell them about the new balcony furniture I purchased at Target, my monthly purchases from Costco, and new developments with my dog (that's three).
2. Jordan Seligman is engaged. Jordan was a blond, curly headed stud muffin I tutored in college. He was a semi-drug dealer, but that just added to his mystique. I thought he was super deep and philosophical. It may have actually just been all the pot he smoked, alas. It's the end of an era. My hemp shrouded icon found someone.
1. The character I most identify with in He's Just Not That Into You is Drew Barrymore. The thought of that makes me want to kick a baby. Granted, she finds someone in the end, but still. I literally have become as obsessed with things as she has and that is just fueling that car to Spinster City.