Spring 2012 - Clarion University
Spring 2012 - Clarion University
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41<br />
Deborah Burghardt, Ph.D.<br />
Director, women and gender studies<br />
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In Chinese culture, drawing attention to oneself is discouraged. Thus, my traveling companions,<br />
Sue, Cheryl, Cass (my BFF) and I constantly stood out against the backdrop of a reserved<br />
people. We were unable or unwilling to give up our group identity — four loud, laughing women, touring<br />
Chinese cities more than 6,000 miles from our western Pennsylvania homes.<br />
While touring Tiananmen Square, we told those who requested a picture with us, “They based<br />
Sex and the City on our stories, you know.” It was an exaggeration of course, and most everyone did<br />
not fall for it. Once we appeased our audience by admitting we were the foursome’s mothers. In<br />
reality, we were four women with distinct personalities and an accumulation of six decades under our<br />
bras. We had ventured to China, inspired by Sue and Cheryl’s niece, Madison, who had committed<br />
to teaching English for a year there.<br />
Cass procrastinates when it comes to packing for a trip. Finally, after hours had passed with no<br />
sign of her readiness for the road, I phoned. “I’m trying to hurry,” Cass answered, “but I can’t figure out<br />
what to take.”<br />
“Don’t worry about it,” I replied, trying hard not to sound impatient. “Throw a little of everything<br />
in your bag. We’ll sort it out when we get to Sue’s house. Cass,” I reminded, “you’re traveling with<br />
three women – someone is bound to have whatever you need.”<br />
I can still see Cass, sitting cross-legged on Sue’s shiny hardwood floor, suitcase open, all<br />
manner of clothes spilling out like the endless streamer of scarves the magician pulls from a sleeve. A<br />
tangle of blond and auburn hair strands frame a face with delicate features. She prefers the I-justgot-out-of-bed-after-great-sex<br />
look.<br />
“How many bras do you think I’ll need” she asked.<br />
“I’m taking three and wearing one, four for 10 days, that should be enough,” I said confidently.<br />
“What You don’t want a clean bra for every day” The sound of Sue’s shock reverberated<br />
throughout the room.<br />
“You’re taking 10 bras” Cass and I spoke in unison.<br />
Then Cass, quick wit that she is, challenged Sue’s reasoning: “Lots of panties, I can understand,”<br />
she said. “But what fluids are involved with your breasts sitting in a bra”<br />
“I’ve always changed my bra every day, even if I don’t shower,” Sue said with authority. “How<br />
can you two stand not to” I recognized her disdain, which I took in stride. From the time we met in<br />
college, I have admired this woman’s self-assuredness, her drive for control, her ability to travel the<br />
world. (Hence, why I have the pleasure of writing this tale.)<br />
“Well,” I chimed in to defend my upbringing, “My mother taught me there’s no problem in wearing<br />
the same clothes another day or two unless they’re filthy dirty, ripped, stained or they stink!”<br />
Silence. While Cass and I pondered how she was going to fit all those bras into a carry-on, the only