Gig Girl Makes No Apologies

by Gig Girl on September 1, 2012

Recently, I came across an online study that discovered women, on average, apologize more frequently than men do.  It went on to say that it’s not because men don’t apologize for misdeeds – they actually ranked just as highly as women when it came to doling out mea culpas for perceived transgressions. Rather, women apologize more often than men simply because we truly feel like we’ve erred more often than our male counterparts.  Hmmmm…

While I would love to chalk this little factoid up to us ladies being the more nurturing, intuitive gender (we’re not called the kinder, gentler sex for nothing), I did take a moment and take a little introspective inventory and realized:

Naturally, when warranted, I like to think that I’m capable of expressing regret and saying, “I’m sorry” (Hubs might disagree). But, when I think about it, I fall in line with that study and exist excessively apologetically.

Whether it’s a “sorry” morphed into ardent justification, validation attempts, garden variety life choice defending, etc. I find myself in a weirdly consistent flux of feeling sorry about stuff that shouldn’t even register on the remorse radar.  So I’ve made a list of things that henceforth I will try, attempt to, not apologize (to the world at large or even to myself) for:

My Cardigan: My girlfriends often tease me that I never met a cardigan I didn’t like.  They are wrong. I’ve actually never met a cardigan that I didn’t LOVE.  At my core I recognize my intense affinity for jeans, v-necks, cardigans and flip flops.  But, sometimes I look around at some of the moms at O’s school and feel completely impressed (and simultaneously just a teense inadequate) with how uber-girlie and well put together they appear at all times while I’m doing a spot-on Fred Rogers impersonation. At times I have struggled with the feeling that, at any moment, my imaginary “Girl Card” may be rightfully revoked (Especially since, in the spirit of full disclosure, I should also confess that I really don’t like the color pink). Going forward I will strive to simply embrace my “practical-shoes-wearing-nature” instead of feeling like I need to make amends for it.

My Over-Worrying: Being raised by a quintessential worrier mom coupled with decades of Chris Hanson and Dateline has created the perfect storm that surrounds my extremely worrisome nature when it comes to my kiddos. In short – O sees a playground and I see an impalement hazard. And while I will continuously work on allowing my boys the freedom needed to feel self-confident as they grow up, I need to stop making amends when another parent’s safety gauge is different than mine and there are things that I just don’t feel comfortable with.  Never again will I apologize for my vigorous opposition to O cannonballing into the virtual cesspool of germs at Chuck E. Cheese!

My Extreme Aversion To All Things Housewives: Let the record reflect, I love pointless, pedestrian television. I once sat through a good chunk of a Silent Library marathon – and enjoyed every.single.minute. I know that all the Housewives installments reap huge viewer ratings and, I swear, I have tried to sit through episodes from several of the different cities. A lot of my friends LOVE the show so I have found myself nodding demurely when it’s the topic of our conversation and kind of feeling sorry that I don’t share their enjoyment of the show.

But, I stand here before you today to announce that the times I have tuned in all blur together in a blinding vision of really bad parenting, pouting over a $5,000 clutch that doesn’t close, vicious cat fights and a 45 year old woman resplendently ridiculous in full on ice dancing regalia at Rockefeller Center.  And these “friends” are so mean to each other!  I cringe every time I surf by.  My reaction is so visceral that I couldn’t even tolerate Dr. Phil’s version – and I love Dr. Phil.  So there, I said it – and I’m not sorry!

My Parenting: In this case, my apologies present as a wave of passive/aggressive (okay and sometimes just aggressive) debate and justification. Every parent knows that to have children is to be subjected to all sorts of unsolicited input, advice and suggestions. I’ve started to realize just how much time I’ve wasted systematically addressing each unwanted opinion. Why?  It’s essentially existing in a constant state of reactive sorry. As long as the Hubs and I are raising our boys according to our own standards and values, a simple shrug or pleasant nod in the inputter’s direction should suffice.

My Own Internal Barometer Of What True Happiness Is: The world is full of forces that will try to determine what should make someone feel satisfied, and at times, I’ve felt the need to defend that fact the Jones’ (or the Kardashians) just aren’t a factor on my fulfillment gauge.  My own definition of happiness is a personal, subjective entity that would probably read like a foreign language to the masses.  And that’s okay.

No, I will never claim an existence brimming with utopian perfection (as the flying egg sandwiches of days past can attest to). But, I do have the ferociously unwavering love and adoration of my most favorite boy creatures, the privilege of watching O get off his school bus every day (and, trust me, I watch him make every single step of the 10 yard journey to the safety of my front door to ward off any lurking, future Dateline wackos) and apparently I’ve struck some magical deal with the invisible Pamper fairy because I have never, not even once, had to empty my diaper champ when it’s full.  Honestly, what more can a Gig Girl ask for?  According to me, I am happy.  Unapologetically.

What are some of the silly things in life that you feel you need to defend or make amends for? Or, have you actually mastered simply embracing all your quirks and insecurities without a sorry in sight?  Send me an email at or leave me a note in the comments below!

{ 6 comments… read them below or add one }

Susan Nye May 19, 2011 at 12:21 pm

C. – Love your post today. If it helps …

I’m wearing sweats and an old cardigan today – it’s my regular writing garb except in summer when it is shorts and a t-shirt.

I recently wrote about my worries that today’s more hovering parents would pounce on my mom’s more relaxed parenting style. It was another time but I still worry that when I share some of my childhood adventures that readers are out there shouting – what was she (my mom) thinking!?!

I unapologetically watch no, that’s right NO, reality TV. (I don’t think Iron Chef qualifies as RTV, correct me if I’m wrong.)

I know I’m older than you but I love the wisdom that has come with age, especially the wisdom to understand what makes me happy. It’s been a long time since I’ve followed anything approaching a normal path but it’s working for me.

Stay dry and keep well, Susan

Gig Girl May 19, 2011 at 9:50 pm

Thanks for stopping by, Susan – I appreciate the gesture of cardigan solidarity! I saw your post on your childhood and loved it – while my mom was a worrier, she was a worrier by 80’s mom standards which made her pretty hands off with our neighborhood playtime (or maybe that was only because I lived on a street that was comprised entirely of my own family members?). Either way, I think I was part of the last generation of kiddos where moms just opened the backdoor and the kids had the run of the neighborhood until we heard the customary dinner bell/scream/fog horn (seriously…one of the neighborhood moms had a FOGHORN!).

Normal is overrated if you ask me! I just caught the author of “Normal Get You Nowhere” yesterday on Dr. Phil – I’ll let you know if it’s worth a read!

TND May 19, 2011 at 9:52 pm

Love it! no apologies for being who you are! i only apologize when I know I am completely at fault and will NOT if I don’t think I am. i won’t apologize for how someone else feels…that’s not my problem it’s theirs! :)

Gig Girl May 19, 2011 at 9:53 pm

Words to live by T! I struggle sometimes…but I make no apologies that I am a work in progress! :)

Lisa S May 21, 2011 at 10:27 pm

Oh how I wish I had mastered my insecurities and walked around with the confidence and grace I daydream of. Maybe I can’t get there since my head is constantly spinning in three different directions (three boys under three as you know). My biggest issue right now is apologizing to everyone and trying to warn them for the family chaos that travels with me. I even apologized to the librarian that heads up Reading Day worried that my boys may disrupt something. After warning her multiple times, she finally told me that inviting children of all ages is her choice which welcomes accidental scribbles on the tables or walls and any tantrums that may break out. I’m working on embracing the fact that my boys are so close in age and VERY young, and anyone that is annoyed by our presence doesn’t need to hang out with us. I can only do my best while practicing patience, love and respect for others. There are just some people that can’t emphathize with me. I am VERY lucky to have three amazing children with warm hearts, curious brains and energetic personalities. I need to stop apologizing for that. As always, perfectly articulated, entertaining and interesting post, Cort!

Gig Girl May 22, 2011 at 5:04 pm

Thanks Lis! Rest assured every mom has felt like a walking disclaimer at some point – especially during the toddler years! At the end of the day, as long as we try to control the chaos best we can, we sometimes all have to embrace the “THAT Mom” title every now and then! As in “I swore I’d never be THAT mom…yet…here I am!” :)

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