Know when to shut the f*#% up
“Know when to shut the fuck up” is probably the best advice Wanda ever gave me.
While most girls spend the time between their engagement and the day they say “I do” fretting over the details of their perfect day, I was otherwise consumed. As a child of divorced parents, grandparents and great grandparents (oh and did I mention that most of my uncles are on their 2nd marriages? but I digress…), I instead spent that time trying not to freak out. Don’t get me wrong, I loved my fiancé. But in the face of hard evidence of multiple marriages that were also based on love, but didn’t work… it was hard not to freak out as the calendar counted down to the day where I was supposed to be completely “sure” and “ready”.
So in an effort to quell my fears, I instead tried to look for understanding. Maybe there was some magic formula or piece of advice that would make the difference in my situation. Maybe those who were already married or even divorced could offer me, the newbie, a bit of advice that could prevent or ward-off failure. So in the months leading up to my wedding, I asked everyone… and I mean everyone… for his or her advice. I asked strangers seated next to me on airplanes, family, friends, my dentist… everyone. I wanted to know what advice would they give to a young couple just starting out. (I wish I had the forethought to blog some of the advice I received as it would have made an interesting read, but hind sight is always 20/20.)
The results of my unscientific survey were interesting. Some said standard lines like “never go to bed angry”. While others offered more off beat advice like “be sure to take separate vacations”. But the advice that stuck with me the most was from Wanda. Hers was simple and complex all at the same time… “know when to shut the fuck up”.
Hmmm… I have to admit that I didn’t immediately understand what that meant. I was a bit thrown by the word “know”. KNOW when to… How does one actually know? What I did know was that she wasn’t asking me to play the little woman because that’s out of character for both of us. So finally I had to ask… what did she mean? ”Know when enough is enough… know when the health of your relationship is more important than winning a silly argument… know when to choose your battles and when its okay to acquiesce and let him win… but most importantly, KNOW when to simply say nothing.”
Huh… okayyyy… so essentially what I realized was that knowing was not going to be the hard part. The hardest part was going to be taking this advice beyond theory and actually putting it into practice. Now I just needed to find the right opportunity to test my new advice… little did I know, that opportunity was just around the corner.
One night he and I were having dinner with Wanda and the professor, when we started going back and forth about something. (To be honest, I don’t remember the details of the event. Clearly it wasn’t anything of any consequence.) But what I do remember was Wanda’s direction to me. Just as I was about to open my mouth to say something again, she kicked me under the table. And as I turned to her, she discretely tapped her lips with her finger, motioning me to remain silent. In that moment I felt like the baby cub learning the ways of the wild from her mother cub… and I obediently followed her instructions and let it drop. And just like that, the argument was not only over but my first attempt at using her advice was successful.
This is usually the point in a story where the author tells you how their life has been changed or transformed in some way. I unfortunately will not do that here. What I will say is that, while I have proved to myself time and time again that this advice is sound and true, I don’t use it as often as I should. But I’m working on it.
Yes, I admit it… I’m flawed… don’t judge me… LMAO! I am still a “work-in-progress”!
Tailgating?? Are you serious?
For Christmas, Wanda and “the professor” came to spend the holiday with the hubby and me. It was the professor’s first time in LA and Wanda’s first visit in 10 years, so we wanted to make the trip special for them. That week we played the role of the ultimate tour guide, taking them from Hollywood to the beach and everything in between. Each day we planned a full itinerary, which included things like taking them out to dinner, shopping on Rodeo Drive, touring the Hollywood Bowl and spending the day getting pampered at the spa.
One day, while driving along the famed Sunset Boulevard (aka the Sunset Strip), Wanda asked us to stop at a store so she could grab a cigar. (Yes, Wanda, not the professor smokes cigars… Shhh, I do too! *wink*). The first place we came across was some random liquor store steps away from LA’s cultural icon – the Chateau Marmont. Wanda and the professor hop out of the car and head into the store. After a few moments they return with a bag or two and ask us to pop the trunk – which we do.
Three, four, five minutes go by and they still haven’t gotten back in the car. From our vantage point in the car it was hard to see what they were doing since the trunk was open and they were standing directly behind the car. Another moment or two passes and we realize that Wanda has lit up a cigar and was taking a smoke break… okay, no worries. But we later realized that they weren’t just smoking but they had actually bought a fifth of liquor and were sipping it out of paper cups IN THE PARKING LOT! Really?!? Okay, let me get this straight… these two are standing outside of my parked car, with the trunk open, smoking a cigar, having a red cup “sip”, in the parking lot of a liquor store, in the middle of the Sunset Strip?!? WOW! Who are these people? Who does that?
While I tried my best to be cool about it, I wasn’t… I was mortified. Who tailgates on the Sunset Strip? We weren’t at some football game where… uh, hello… people… ahem, “tailgate”. This is Los Angeles… no one “tailgates”… on Sunset Blvd no less? Isn’t it illegal to drink alcohol out of an open container in public? But the worst part wasn’t the embarrassment of watching my parents play out a real-life parody of the Beverly Hill Billies… what really got me was the look on the hubby’s face and that disapproving shake of his head. Lost for words, all he could mutter was “wow… are they serious right now?”
Yes, honey they are. Welcome to my world… welcome to the family. 
Sidebar: To fully understand Wanda, you also have to know her husband… “the professor”. The professor is also an interesting character. He’s one of those intellectual types who tells corny jokes and then laughs harder than everyone else. He’s an amazing chef and one of the kindest people I have ever met. Bottom line, the Professor’s a bit corky but he’s a sweetheart.
The professor and Wanda have been married for about 10 years and could not be more suited for each other. I’m not sure what it is or why it works, but it does. The longer they are married, the more I become convinced that they are cut from the same cloth. The professor’s a good guy and I am happy he’s married to my mother.
I think I’ll call it “Wanda’s Hot Box”
Given her personality, its no surprise that Wanda has always had an entrepreneurial spirit. And although she has always maintained a job in Corporate America, this hasn’t stopped Wanda from finding time to flex her independent muscles by starting a number of her own businesses. In the beginning, like many others, Wanda went to various seminars and either came away having purchased a trunk load of products to sell (Amway) or the desire to peddle services (Pre-paid Legal).
But lest these ready-made businesses be out-done by some of her own creative ventures like…
- Lotus Vision – a video production company
- American Jazz – an idea for a 24-hour Jazz cable network. A concept she shared with the, then, powers-at-be at BET. Imagine her surprise when unbeknownst to her they would later launched BET Jazz… offering no shared credit for the concept.
- DanSit – a corporate gifts/premiums provider… a company who’s name was conceived by blending my name with the name of the daughter of her business partner.
- UBe – a marketing company
Over time, I got used to Wanda coming up with her next big idea on her pursuit for the recipe to independent success. But nothing could quite prepare me for what she was going to come up with next!
Allow me to set the stage… It’s my birthday. My parents, along with my fiancé and a few close friends, were taking me out to dinner at a new Latin hot spot in the city. We had to wait a few minutes for our table so we got a few drinks at the bar. By the time we were seated, those of us who were drinking may have been a bit tipsy off of the lovely mojitos the bartender was serving. So far… this had the making of a really nice evening.
Like most groups who are intimately acquainted, the conversation was easy and relaxed. We laughed, shared stories and talked of the future… and that’s when it happened. Wanda decided to share with the group a novel idea she had for her next business venture… apparently an idea she had given a lot of thought to. She said that she noticed how much women loved to gather at the house of a friend to share stories, food and drinks. And whether it was a book club, a Tupperware party or even a lingerie party, women loved to talk and were usually open to intimate discussion when in the safety of a relaxed environment. So it was with this in mind that Wanda had her “ah ha” moment. She announced that she was going to throw SEX TOY parties! She went on to say, “I think I’ll call it Wanda’s Hot Box”.
Excuse me?!?! I’m sorry?!?! Did my mother… my MOTHER… just tell my friends, loud enough for the neighboring table to hear, that she was starting a sex toy business called WANDA’S HOT BOX?! Really? Ugh!
Completely mortified and wanting to crawl under the table, I tried to change the conversation and shot Wanda that knowing look usually reserved for a mother to an unruly child. But just when I thought the matter had come to a close, my friends, reveling in my embarrassment and the pure delight of being treated to dining with Wanda in rare form, continued to egg her on asking her to describe the kinds of products she would sell… and even suggesting a few she had missed!
I soon realized that the more I protested, the longer my suffering would last, as everyone at the table now found pleasure in learning more about Wanda’s new business. Thankfully the conversation only lasted another moment or two as Wanda had pity on the fact that this was supposed to be my birthday dinner and she saw no sense in ruining the evening for me. And with that, she whispered to the table “we’ll talk more about this later”.
Thinking the matter dead, I thought I had heard the last of Wanda’s Hot Box for the evening and hoped to never hear of it again. But alas, when you have old friends who’ve known you for many years, they lovvvve to bring up old shit! LOL And like any good friend, they have never let me live down the events of this night. So this one’s for you DH! Now the world is in on our little joke!
Let the man take the lead
This piece of advice often confused me… mostly because it was followed with percentages like “let the man have 60% and you take 40%”. Forty percent? Who was this woman? Was Sybil playing a trick on me? Did she create a new personality and decided to skip the introductions?
This couldn’t be “Wanda”. Wanda would never allow herself to say such a thing. This is the “personality” that told me that I didn’t need a man to take care of me and that I should always be in a position to take care of myself. She’s the person who urged me to be independent, self sufficient and a modern woman in every sense of the word. So how is she now advising me to play the role of the little woman? Huh!!?? Didn’t she and her peers burn their bras in protest of the image of the 1950′s homemaker? Didn’t she raise me to put myself and my education first and that babies and a husband should follow later in life? I never saw her make a difference between me and my two brothers when we were growing up. There was no difference in our chores or her expectations of our duties around the house… so why the sudden change?
What my 20-something year old self didn’t realize was that she wasn’t confused, but rather trying to teach me another lesson from the “book of life… according to Wanda”. She was teaching me that being a woman wasn’t something that every girl was born with knowing how to do. But instead it was an artform that only a select few actually knew how to master. She was giving me my first lesson in the fragility of the male ego and the art of female seduction. It took me a many trials and errors and a few occassions of watching the master at work to realize that giving him the power did not deminish my own power. In fact, the opposite was true. By showing him that I was confident and secure enough to follow his lead, I in fact, gained the most power. The power of watching a man grow with pride that he had achieved such a marvelous feat… and then do everything in his power to show that he deserved to continue to be the recipient of this most special gift.
Wanda taught me that men aren’t complicated, but rather simple creatures who, when rewarded, will “work” and “earn” the right to keep their new found treasure.
Bravo Wanda!
F*#% UP, not down
Throughout the course of modern times, mothers have advised their daughters on how to find a husband, saving their chasity for their wedding nights and staying away from bad boys. The advice of most mothers is simple and they say things like, “its just as easy to love a rich man as it is to love a poor man”. This is a mother’s way of saying that while she would prefer for her daughter marry someone she loves, its always better if he has more than loose change in his pocket.
Well Wanda’s advice to me was just as simple but a little more direct and to the point… “if you’re gonna fuck… fuck UP, not down”. She wasn’t necessarily referring to the wealth of my potential suitor but his intelligence, sophistication and home training (the latter being very important).
I can’t quite remember how old I was when she first shared this bit of advice with me, but I remember being old enough to not only understand her intent, but also that I could appreciate that Wanda and I had a unique relationship. A relationship where she could dole advice in a way that was otherwise reserved for her closest girlfriends. Advice that was unemcumbered by the inability of mothers to cross a certain line in order to affectively communicate with their daughters. Wanda wasn’t afraid or shy about her words. They were direct, clear, from the heart and filled with “motherly” love.
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