Anthropology Hang Up is Now Shelved

When I worked outside of the home full-time I grew to nearly hate Anthropology and all the fufas that shopped there.  Ya see the only women I knew that shopped there were uptight, rich, lazy snobs that looked down on everyone else at work.  The uptight, rich snobs or "fufas"  (Ya, I know my Latina sistas didn't need translation) were always yakking away about Anthropology and what they had just bought for a hundred million dollars (exaggeration) instead of working.  Anywho, Anthro. became linked with really unpleasant people, so I had a major hang up with Anthro.  In Psychological terms, I was classically conditioned to dislike Anthropology.  

I chose to leave my full-time career as a marriage and family therapist when my baby entered Kinder.   I met and bonded with a great group of women that year.  How is this related to my Anthro. hang up?  It is, really.  Hang in there.  My son changed school districts the following year, but us ladies kept connected and met every possible Friday for "Girl friend" time.  Yes, I didn't go off track, stay with me.  During our "Girl friend"time, more than one of these wonderful ladies mentioned their love affair with Anthropology.  "What!", my internal disbelief said.   Did my ears deceive me?  Inner conflict began. 

   One day after "Girl friend" time, I decided to do some In Vivo work.  Again, Psychology jargon for putting myself in the situation fully and completely for an extended period of time for the purpose of distinguishing my negative response.  

I tentatively walked into the store.  It was quiet.  No obvious fufas around.  So far so good.  Then, I noticed the wonderful aroma.  It was tantalizing and delicious, and reminded me a lot of Pier 1.  The clothes was feminine and romantic with a hint of vintage.  A very cheery and pleasant woman welcomed me then went about her business.  I found the clearance rack and the price tags were shocking, but a few items were reasonable.  After some time, the negative feelings were gone, then I left.  

I was totally cured.  I shelved my Anthropology hang up.  It wasn't the stores fault that the fufas at work had good taste.  The store didn't make them snobs, that came from some other source.  

I have a more balanced view now.  I still can't afford the regular prices, and those who can are probably wealthy, but not necessarily snobs.  Personally, I always check out the clearance racks anyway, so why stop now.   To boot, I just received a 15% discount card from Anthro. as a birthday gift.  How sweet! 

Just in case you're wondering if I took the next step and purchased something there. I can give a very confident, Yes.  I'm proud to say that purchases have always been on major clearance (marked down a couple times).

If there had to be a moral to this story, it would be the willingness to challenge your prejudices when you get a glimpse that one exists.