Megan, of the movie Bridesmaids, remembers the joy of just being yourself.
If you work from home, you often make interesting style choices. One choice could be a negligee tucked into yoga pants capped off by a plaid wool shawl purchased in 1991 Edinburgh (where it was terribly stylish at the time). Another choice could be an upturned ponytail, fresh from the shower, paired with frayed jeans and the “Save the Earth” t-shirt they were handing out free at yoga.
But when you leave the house? Suddenly, you’re Alexa Chung, matching your washed-out grey denim with a nude, textured clutch. You feel great and look amazing. But still, you might long for the comfortable moments swathed in your plaid wool shawl and frayed pony tail.
Or you could just be Melissa McCarthy in the 2011 blockbuster, “Bridesmaids,” and just express yourself, no matter what.
McCarthy’s Megan is the New Woman of Hollywood, the first widely-popular character in recent memory who is completely motivated by inner confidence. With her slacks, wrist guard, and spastic pony tail, Megan is a heroine of self-expression. Because sometimes, one just wants to shout out to the world, “See me, I think my hair is falling out!” Or maybe, “And I have a weird wart on my elbow that flakes!”
And if everyone acted like Megan, think of the consequences. Marilyn Monroe’s breathy sensuality could be replaced by the practical common sense of Megan. Angelina Jolie’s angles would have nothing on Megan’s curves. The world would realize in one giant, crystallized moment of Zen: no one will care if your hair is standing on end, or your teeth are filled with spinach, or your lazy eye is lazy. Because you don’t. More important things matter, like communing with an undersea dolphin or embracing the charms of a tall, middle-aged men.
Oh, what a wonderful world of Megan it would be.