Sunday Scribblings: Who Else Can Roadchick Still Be?

This is actually a topic that crosses Roadchick's mind pretty frequently. The Roadchick of the future will be a distillation of who she is now.

Popular media has several examples of who the 'chick will be when she is older. Whenever she sees one, she makes sure to point it out to everyone around.

One of these is Maxine.



To the uninitiated, Maxine is a character on a series of greeting cards published by Hallmark Cards. Maxine is a spicy, sassy old gal who has no problem whatsoever making her opinions known. There is not an ounce of political correctness in this old girl.

Another woman that the 'chick will emulate is Medea. Tyler Perry's Medea.



Medea is the charming woman on the left, holding the cast iron skillet. Medea is a no-nonsense, tell-it-like-it-is woman. She has a grasp of language that is as true as it is comical. One of the 'chick's favorite lines from Medea (spoken after someone told Medea not to get smart with them) is as follows:

"I've been smart . . . I'm just getting here."

Medea can see a situation and get to the heart of it immediately. She is loving but strict. She has definite values. She loves her family and friends but will tease them mercilessly. She is loyal. She will do anything for you if she loves you. Cross her or one she loves, and she will pull her gun out of her purse. She believes in women standing up for themselves and taking responsibility for their lives. She meddles and she manages.

Roadchick can see herself as one of the Golden Girls.



She can see parts of herself in each of the characters. Sweet Rose, who is definitely ditzy sometimes. Roadchick has her moments. (Remember - not the brightest bulb on Broadway!) Dorothy - so organized and definitely long-suffering. Blanche, with her string of boyfriends and the "Southernisms" that she drops left and right. But the Golden Girl that the 'chick admires most is Sophia, who kept them all in line and always had a story: "Picture it, Sicily, 1943..." It was Sophia that kept it real no matter what was going on. It was Sophia that was always willing to call it like she saw it.

Roadchick would like to think that she is a woman like that. She knows her friends are definitely her Golden Girls.

What Roadchick wants to be when she grows up is the kind of woman that is strong and funny and loyal and loving. The kind of woman that can tell you that you've got no business wearing that miniskirt/halter top/blue eyeshadow/that haircut at the same time she is feeding everyone in the house. She wants to be the kind of woman that is never afraid to speak up or speak her mind. She wants to have the wisdom of years and not be ashamed to use it. She wants to lose vanity and increase vitality. She wants to earn the face that she has at 40, 50, 60, 70, 80 and beyond.

This is Roadchick's motto:

Life's journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well-preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting, "Holy %#*@, what a ride!"

She wants to live every minute and not regret a second of it.