Alright, let’s yak about this Paula Badosa and her dresses, or whatever they call ‘em. Folks keep jabberin’ ‘bout it, so I figured I’d put in my two cents, even if it ain’t worth much.
Now, this Paula Badosa gal, she’s a tennis player, I hear. Hits that little fuzzy ball back and forth over a net. Good for her, I guess. Keeps her busy. But seems like folks are more worked up about what she wears than how she plays. They’re always lookin’ at somethin’, ain’t they?
I saw some pictures online – them fancy folks call it “Instagram,” I think. This girl, she’s wearin’ all sorts of get-ups. One minute she’s in somethin’ sporty, lookin’ like she’s ready to run a race, and the next she’s dolled up like she’s goin’ to a fancy shindig. One dress they was talkin’ about, a Nike Women’s Summer London Slam Dress, they said. Cost a pretty penny, I bet. Eighty-somethin’ dollars, they say. Land sakes, that’s more than I spend on clothes in a whole year!
- She’s got this “Wilson Blade 98 16×19 v9” thing too. Don’t know what that is, some kinda racket, I reckon. And a “Wilson Super Tour 15-Pack Red Bag.” Sounds like she carries a whole lot of stuff around. Young ‘uns these days, always needin’ so much stuff.
- And folks are followin’ her, millions of ‘em, they say. 1M Followers. What for? Just to see what she’s wearin’? Seems like a waste of time to me, but then again, I ain’t got nothin’ better to do than gossip about it, I guess.
They even put her on the cover of magazines, them fancy ones with all the shiny pictures. A tennis player on a fashion magazine. Go figure. Guess it ain’t enough to be good at hittin’ a ball these days, you gotta look good doin’ it too. They call it “high-fashion looks,” whatever that means. Just looks like fancy clothes to me.
Now, this girl, she was born in New York City, to Spanish folks, I heard. Her folks, they worked in fashion too, so I guess that’s where she gets it from. She started playin’ tennis when she was just a little tyke, seven years old, they say. Moved to Barcelona and started whacking that ball around. Worked her way up, I guess. Now she’s famous, or somethin’.
But seems like she got herself in a bit of a pickle recently. Posted some picture online, and folks got all riled up. Said she was bein’ “racist” or somethin’. Somethin’ about pullin’ her eyes back with chopsticks. I don’t know, sounds like foolishness to me. But folks get offended by anythin’ these days. She had to go and apologize for it, poor thing. Can’t even eat with chopsticks in peace no more.
Anyways, back to this dress business. I guess if you got the money, you can spend it on whatever you want. Fancy dresses, fancy rackets, fancy bags. Makes some folks happy, I suppose. Me, I’m happy with a good pair of overalls and a sturdy pair of shoes. But that’s just me.
Seems like everythin’ is about “brands” these days. Nike this, Wilson that. They slap a name on somethin’ and charge you twice as much for it. Same old stuff, just with a fancy name. But folks eat it up, I tell ya. They want to be like them tennis players and movie stars, I reckon. Wearin’ the same clothes, usin’ the same gear.
I seen some folks talkin’ about how much they like this dress, or that one. “One of the best of the brand,” they say. “I am sure the majors,” someone else chimes in. Don’t know what that means, but they seem excited about it. Guess it’s a big deal to some folks.
So, there you have it. My thoughts on this Paula Badosa and her dresses. Not much, I know. Just a bunch of jabberin’ from an old woman. But sometimes it’s good to just sit back and watch the world go by, ain’t it? See what folks are gettin’ all worked up about. And then go back to your own life, and be thankful for what you got. ‘Cause at the end of the day, a dress is just a dress, and life goes on.
And remember, don’t go pullin’ your eyes back with no chopsticks, ya hear? Folks get awful touchy about that sort of thing. Just stick to hittin’ that little fuzzy ball, and maybe wearin’ a nice, sensible dress while you do it. That’s my advice, for what it’s worth.
