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Open letter to Spanish ladies

Posted on 28 February 2015 by American expat!

Dear Spanish ladies,

I know you aren’t always at the cutting edge of fashion, what with the mullet still a popular hairstyle, wearing leggings as pants, and confusing style with the sporting of designer labels – and I don’t expect you to be. But I felt particularly pressed to speak up about a recent disturbing trend that I have seen everywhere for over a year now–summer and winter–that has me cringing: Flesh color ed pantyhose worn under short shorts.

I get it ladies – you want to wear the shorts, but want some coverage and don’t want the lady parts hanging out. But nude hose are not flattering and are never fashionable. They look dated and crappy on the waitresses and chambermaids who are still forced to wear them, and they look dated and crappy on you. Just remind yourself when you reach for them in the sock drawer: You are not a cirque du soliel performer, you are not Lady GaGa and you are not a professional ballroom dancer. Put them back in the drawer.

I’m not saying don’t wear the shorts, put those things on! And if you want to hold the ladyparts in/hide the buttcheek (and I commend you for doing so) or just be warmer, then don some sheer colored tights or even patterned hose.

Just please, not the nude stockings.

Do you need more reasons to dissuade you? OK: They are particularly disturbing when your legs are wanting of a shave. Stuffing your leg hairs into nude pantyhose does not hide the hair. I’ll be blunt, when you are a grown-ass woman, you can’t get away with shaving up to your knees and stopping like you did when you were 15. No. You are hairier now than when you were a teenager. Some of you teenagers are hairier than others, so don’t think because you still have a 1 to the left of your age numbers you get a free ticket.

If you don’t want to commit to shaving the full leg out of laziness, denial, or the belief in some myth that shaving makes your hair grow back thicker and darker (it is already thick and dark enough, believe me and everyone else you’ve stood next to in that outfit on the metro) then please, do yourself a favor and don some colored tights.

That’s all.

Love, Me

not me

 

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Stop with the winter already….

Posted on 02 March 2013 by American expat!

Dear Spain,

So…yesterday as I was running through what I thought was a break in the rain, actual hail ricocheted off my uncovered skull. I arrived to the cafe where I was meeting with my friend with wet hair and mascara blobs sitting on my lashes, because I use this kind of mascara that makes little tubes around your lashes and when it gets wet, you have to pull the globs off with your fingers  – anyway, it wasn’t pretty.  The point is that it is already March, about the time when we are supposed to participating frantically in all forms of outdoor sports in anticipation of the boiling heat that is to come shortly.

But I find the only sport I have done lately is running for cover because of the rain, hail, and gale force winds the last two weeks. No one has been able to dry laundry because putting it out on the balcony is essentially kissing all of it goodbye, waving as it all takes flight on some giant gust of air, to be found later in the next barrio over by one of the multiple shopping cart wielding gitanas rolling through. And it has been cold. Cold enough that  instead of going to her little bed at night, the cat instead tries to dig her way under my covers at 4am.

You know, Spain, you and I had this talk a couple of years ago around this same time. You did well for a two years–I was proud of you!– but you’ve kind of backslid on your agreement to quit dicking around with the freezing weather this late in the year. It’s bad enough that there is basically some fever plague going around, knocking everyone out for two weeks of misery, but do you have to add insult to injury with the wind and rain storms? We are all stuck at home, watching our plants die on our balconies one by one and waking up in the middle of the night to a hairy paw in the face. It’s depressing.

You aren’t doing yourself any favors in the financial department either with this weather. The biggest mobile phone conference in the world was here this week and how did you welcome the thousands of attendees and potential return visitors? Um yeah, you blew off their hats and sucked up their VAT receipts into the sky so now they get no tax refunds on their purchases of hideous, button covered Desigual blazers and hippy clogs from Casas. Not the best move, Spain, considering the state of the economy here…

So. No more pelting me in the face with hail, blowing my belongings off of my balcony, or encouraging our pets to sneak under the covers with us – they don’t need any more encouragement.

Love,

Me

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Open letter to Spain on your Failure to Inform

Posted on 09 May 2012 by American expat!

 

Dear Spain:

Usually I am pretty happy with your leniency with rules and so forth. In fact this is still something I not only value but enjoy observing – it makes me laugh, it really does. But I wasn’t laughing the other week when I discovered that you failed to notify my that cats do, in fact, need passports to travel.

pet travel in spainI took kitty with me to Italy–never mind why I needed to take a cat to Italy, people do stupider things–but you never said anything when I checked in at the ticket counter. You were only concerned that I paid for my pet, although I have to say your people were all pretty charmed to see a cat being walked through the airport in a handbag. The lady at the ticket counter even tried to stick her hand in to pet kitty, though my concerns with kitty fleeing stopped that from happening and probably saved her from getting a bite on her hand.

No I carried my undocumented cat straight through to security, and walked her under the metal detector in my arms when you x-rayed her bag. And although she cried like a human when the plane took off, there were three screaming children around me (as usual) who were louder than my cat so no one seemed to notice.

It wasn’t a bad experience overall, so I wasn’t prepared for what happened on the return journey to Spain.

Which was that kitty got denied.

Yeah, Spain, I had to leave my cat in freaking Italy for four days, until I could get her the aforementioned cat passport. I’m just grateful that she had a place to stay until I could return to collect her, God knows what Spanish people do with their pets when they try to return home and the foreign airport rejects them. But they probably mysteriously know they need a pet passport, unlike me, who thoroughly checked the airline website, emails, and pet requirements and found nothing indicating any paperwork needed.

On the one hand, your leniency is convenient: I mean getting the cat passport was astonishingly easy-The vet positively enjoyed doing all the backdating and information padding the passport required to validate her return. On the other hand,  it cost me a lot of money and time to retrieve kitty. Arranging her delivery, traveling back and forth, waiting in airports. And kitty showed up at the Italian airport rather traumatized due to the driver delivering her being incapable of conducting a car gently, so it really made the trip back here nerve wracking.

I’m not mad, Spain. In fact I wish Italy were more like you. All I am asking is that you try a little harder to keep me informed, OK?

Now let’s hug it out.

Me

 


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