Thursday, August 10, 2006

10th Grade Redux

I am a stay-at-home mother. I consider myself very lucky to be able to stay home with my tot. I count my blessings every day that Dr. SOB's job provides enough, financially speaking, for me to spend my time changing diapers and kissing toes instead of doing experiments on rubber stoppers and writing reports.

The one downside to this is that I have to go out of my way if I want some adult interaction. To remedy this, I joined a group where you can exercise with your babies. I was hoping to meet some other stay-at-home moms that might want to be my friend. Since I've done this before (with a huge butt-load of success) and I'd like to think that I'm not inherently repulsive, I didn't think this would be difficult. I was wrong.

I go to classes in two different locations. One is in an urban park and the other is in a suburban park. At the urban park, everything is A-OK. The girls are friendly and we chat as we exercise. However in the suburbs of ATL, what my husband does, what kind of car I drive and where I live (and do I rent or own) are questions I must answer before I can be approved for friendship. Unfortunately, since I drive a Saturn and we currently rent our condo, I don't qualify.

I go to these classes and not one person will talk with me beyond exchanging pleasantries. I've worked very hard to remember their names and their kids' names, but almost every time I'm there someone asks me if this is my first time in the class. It's really starting to piss me off. I should just focus on the exercise and not worry about these bitches, but it's awful. The only person who speaks with me is the instructor. I'm like that kid on the field trip who no one liked so they had to sit with the teacher on the bus.

I've heard stories about these so called "Buckhead Bitches" but I hate stereotypes and I'm all for giving someone a chance. Hell, I'll even give you a second chance. Maybe they should think about doing the same.

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Sarah's Mommy said...

I, too, thought this was something that disappeared after high school (or at least college!), but it DOESN'T! What a bunch of hooey!

I think I work with those women -- Oh, wait. They don't work.... Hmmm.

Amy Jo said...

Maybe there aree just bitches everywhere and we have to be ever vigilant to avoid their petty snobbery!

Susan said...

Arghhh. I'm so sorry that you're having to deal with the competi-crowd. I hate, hate, hate, hate that there are people out there who are so insecure that they can only feel good about themselves when they are making someone else feel low. It's just crap. Flip 'em off, I say... give 'em something meaningful to talk about!

Amy Jo said...

Susan - I miss our walks so much! You can't imagine.