Remember M.A.S.H.?
Wednesday, April 4, 2007
G rowing up I always had the respect every little girls should have for the game of MASH. It foretold my life story according to what number I chose and revealed my extraordinary fortune.
“ When I grow up I will live in a mansion, with a fabulous husband (I was only 7) with a name starting with the letter A., have 3 children and finally drive a luxurious SUV. ”
With the forthcoming years, the game of MASH became my sanctuary. No longer will it be a husband but rather a wife. I was 14 and heading to my tennis camp during my summers and my nights were spent on the floor playing MASH with the other camp girls. Having to deal with the fact that I knew I wasn’t into boys but rather into girls, MASH played a huge role in serving my imagination with constant reminder of My husband, the 3 kids and the SUV and lets not forget the Mansion.
Having that unvarying keepsake was satisfying but accepting reality was harsher in the sense that MASH was no longer my escape. So not too long ago, I ripped a piece of paper from my notebook and wrote a new version of M.A.S.H.
Categories:
Name
Type of House
Type of Car
Children
Pets
Career
Location
I will not disclose the names for the sake of not embarrassing myself or I suppose, the people I chose. Yikes! If they only knew.
I crossed my fingers like I did when I was a kid and my sister drew the spiral. I called 7.
My Answers: [name withheld], Apt, BMW truck, 3 kids, Bulldog, Writer, NYC
Very ironic. As pleased as I should have been, I still felt like I was dependent on MASH to make good predictions.
One thing is for sure: I want to be a trophy wife, go to museums on a lazy Sunday, listen to Opera and watch Ballet, attend benefit parties and have lunch and dinner dates with the other trophy wives, cheer for my children’s teams and be a great wife along with being a writer for Time or The New Yorker. I am not too sure how it will all fit together. I don’t care. I want it all.
Although these days I am not a big fan of predictions and of MASH, I am still a firm believer of finding love and being happy with what you have. And all I have is a dead end job with a cubicle facing Central Park, no love and amazing imagination of what my future may be.
“ When I grow up I will live in a mansion, with a fabulous husband (I was only 7) with a name starting with the letter A., have 3 children and finally drive a luxurious SUV. ”
With the forthcoming years, the game of MASH became my sanctuary. No longer will it be a husband but rather a wife. I was 14 and heading to my tennis camp during my summers and my nights were spent on the floor playing MASH with the other camp girls. Having to deal with the fact that I knew I wasn’t into boys but rather into girls, MASH played a huge role in serving my imagination with constant reminder of My husband, the 3 kids and the SUV and lets not forget the Mansion.
Having that unvarying keepsake was satisfying but accepting reality was harsher in the sense that MASH was no longer my escape. So not too long ago, I ripped a piece of paper from my notebook and wrote a new version of M.A.S.H.
Categories:
Name
Type of House
Type of Car
Children
Pets
Career
Location
I will not disclose the names for the sake of not embarrassing myself or I suppose, the people I chose. Yikes! If they only knew.
I crossed my fingers like I did when I was a kid and my sister drew the spiral. I called 7.
My Answers: [name withheld], Apt, BMW truck, 3 kids, Bulldog, Writer, NYC
Very ironic. As pleased as I should have been, I still felt like I was dependent on MASH to make good predictions.
One thing is for sure: I want to be a trophy wife, go to museums on a lazy Sunday, listen to Opera and watch Ballet, attend benefit parties and have lunch and dinner dates with the other trophy wives, cheer for my children’s teams and be a great wife along with being a writer for Time or The New Yorker. I am not too sure how it will all fit together. I don’t care. I want it all.
Although these days I am not a big fan of predictions and of MASH, I am still a firm believer of finding love and being happy with what you have. And all I have is a dead end job with a cubicle facing Central Park, no love and amazing imagination of what my future may be.
and for some reason, I always run to M.A.S.H. when life throws me curve balls and when alcohol becomes my bestfriend.
When you finally get published, i can tell everyone how at one point you were my lesbian guru and then oddly enough my matchmaker. So i think its only fair you give me a shout out in your book, lol.