We've Come a Long Ways, Baby
And so has the cat...
Squinting in the dairy section
local grocer, wooden floors, they
don’t make em’ like that any more;
where is it? That sour-cream substitute
blue and white tub...
A voice in my head says “Gone since
the eighties...” Mom’s voice, gone
since the eighties also. She went out
with the sour-cream substitute, back when
life was slower but not necessarily better.
Too many choices for shampoo today.
It was Breck, Johnson’s: man names,
back in the day. A man’s world where you
kept your ass to the wall or the men
were free to play. “Men will be men,
after all” mama said, chin up and
barely a hint of bitter. Rushing home to
make daddy supper on time...her, not me.
Definitely not me. Rotisserie chicken,
bag of Friskies Seafood flavor...that’s me.
We survived. All of us. All of it. And
not just the ass grabs. Six inch thick
Dacron wads during that shameful time
of the month. Head tilts to the “fairer sex”
kudos for getting it right. Barefoot, pregnant
and fighting for “our man” when he was found
with some shameless hussy in the night.
Home-wrecker. She was. Men will be men.
Real sour cream has more calories, It’s a
fair trade; my cat is the only one begging tonight.
About the Creator
Tammy Castleman
I have been an avid writer and photographer for most of my life. In terms of true passions, those are mine. What I lack for in memory, I make up for in recorded detail. We are what we leave behind.
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