No Scrunchies for New York City
In tribute to an episode of Sex and the City, where it is reflected somewhat with a tinge of paranoia, that any scrunchy-bearing woman might be declared an exile or extinct.
To set the record straight, I am not a fan of the TV series. It’s almost as appealing as watching my dog shed her fur twice annually, fluff and all.
However, as I was looking at my Comfort Scrunchy in my tote, I realised superficiality is always taken to newer and greater heights, just when we think it’s as bad as it gets.
For all you know, Sex and the City fans might find this article atrociously superficial as well.
Let’s be honest here, do we really need 3500 pairs of shoes and twice that amount of luxury bags?
Fashionista or not, it’s how we carry things that count, not the other way around. For crying out loud (or as known in the Hokkien dialect, kao peh*), I would much prefer that we don’t become accessories of our, well, accessories instead.
Scrunchies. I’ve travelled to a fair share of fashion conscious cities, having grown up in this vain city myself, and note that truly aesthetically beautiful people can carry off a neat, sleek ‘do with a scrunchy.
That being said, as long as one has reasonable taste and is well groomed, it is all good.
And being well groomed does not necessarily mean thrice weekly manicures or looking like an over-clipped front lawn.
Ladies, if we had all the money in the world, I believe we can further cultivate character through several channels: community, aid and welfare.
We bin all unnecessary feminist sentiments and take deeper notice of issues that can be made lighter with financial aid. Don’t tell me there’s greater satisfaction in buying four Gucci bags on a spree, compared with ensuring a Red Cross mission sees an additional two thousand quid in financial aid that could help a disaster stricken zone where shelter and medical aid are needed.
You’ll even have some leftover to buy something quaint for yourself, and cookies to fill the crystal jar.
The heart you wear is like the tastefully created scrunchy they scoff. Wear it amicably because the world needs a beating heart like how our hairs sometime require the scrunchy to hold it beautifully.
To pioneer and not blindly follow.
Make a choice, it starts with yourself.
*Kao Peh in its original form refers to the grieving act of one mourning the loss of a paternal figure, however in this case I am referring to its slang in description of ‘making a lot of unnecessary noise’, therefore no parents are harmed in the writing of this dialogue.