But I wish I could delicately perspire, because summer temperatures, if not summer itself, have arrived. You'd think that being Filipino and having lived in hot places all my life (southern California, West Africa, Arkansas) I'd be used to it, but I'm not. West Africa was actually pretty manageable because my exposure was so limited: a dash from an air-conditioned house to an air-conditioned vehicle to an air-conditioned office.
It just amazes me that women in the South, just like in Designing Women, can look pulled-together and pristine in such hot and humid weather. This was true in Little Rock, but even here in DC I see women on the street or in the Metro who look as fresh as - as what? a Krispy Kreme donut? - while I wipe off my forehead with a discarded napkin.
haha I hate it when my back gets sweaty in the car. I used to not use much A/C, but this year the humidity is getting unbearable! When I lived in Germany and had to walk everywhere it was worse. And I'm mostly white, so when I get hot, my face turns beet red!
I think those women who look good like that are just those women who look good *everywhere.* It's their personal super-power. Like, my sister's friend Anne just always looks good, whether she's in NOLA or Los Angeles or whereever. Me, I always look slightly ragged, and if anything it's a little more obvious when I'm trying to dress "nice." Some day I'm going to be old enough that the gutterpunk aesthetic I currently adopt to take advantage of the ragged-looking appearance is not going to work any more, and I'm going to have to start looking like an old hippy. I dread that day. *grin*
I'm not sure personal super power I received in exchange for never looking pulled-together, but I keep hoping to find out some day.