Walk of Shame

I had a conversation, a week or so ago, with N. It's a conversation I've had many times, with various girly pals. It's a conversation I suspect I will be having many, many more times.

And that got me to thinking.

It's about the walk of shame. We all know the "walk of shame" is walking home wearing-the-clothes-you-wore-the-night-before.

Maybe I'm a freak. I love the "walk of shame."

I OWN the walk of shame. In fact, I repudiate the "shame" in "walk of shame."

After a night of misbehaving with someone I may not want to see again (perhaps a visitor, and we are "Friendly Manitoba" after all), I walk home (or to the office) with a certain swing in my step. I'm thinking to myself "Hey, I'm pretty smoking, and wasn't that fun? Whee! Glad that I left without leaving my phone number..."

There is absolutely NO shame in knowing your body and expressing a healthy sexual interest in a person.

I repeat. NO SHAME. It's my life, my body. To hell with those who judge me.

I am unimpressed that they (by the way, who is "they"?) think that a girl can't have some fun without regrets.

Unless you've got names, dates and statistics, I'm not interested, but thanks for calling, and please put me on your "do not call" registry"...

I'm just clever enough to find a youtube video of the song I have in my head during those "walk of shame" moments, and here are the lyrics:

Standing in line at the grocery store
Reading magazines that say i should want more
There's an old boyfriend,
he looks my way
I can't help but smile, (smirk)
I feel great today (Yes, indeed, I do feel great)

Last night's clothes, no make-up,
drinking my coffee from a paper cup (Yup, that would be the walk of shame, right there, and damn, doesn't that coffee taste good?)

If this is it for me baby,
that's just fine, I'm not looking anymore (Hurray for giving up on looking!)

For what will make me happy baby, that's just fine,
I'm not looking anymore

So many places I'll never see
But here and now is where I'd rather be (Yes, it is all about you. Finally!)

Too many people searching so hard
But they never look right in their backyard (Duh!)
I've made mistakes, that's for sure, ain't that what your life is for? (Yup!)

If this is it for me baby, that's just fine, I'm not looking anymore (Looking for fun is good. Looking becuz ur desperate.. not so good.)

For what will make me happy baby, that's just fine,
I'm not looking anymore
(More clothes, more cash, more things, more rings) (I will buy my own clothes, earn my own cash and who wants rings?)

These lines upon my face, I'd be a fool to erase cause they show my place in this world (hell, yeah!)

If this is it for me baby, that's just fine, I'm not looking anymore
For what will make me happy baby, that's just fine,
I'm not looking anymore (say it again, sistah!)
If this is it for me baby, that's just fine,
I'm not looking anymore
For what will make me happy baby, that's just fine,
I'm not looking anymore (umn, do I need to say it? who's looking?)

Rawk on, ladiez...Own your life. No one is going to live it for you.