Not a Tai-Tai

A tai-tai: Someone who hasn’t washed her hair herself since she was 13.
(Urban, ST, 08/09/05)

No doubt I, like a tai-tai, have much free time on my hand (at least for the past 3 months)

But that, sadly, is the only luxury I have in common with them. The association stops there and then.

Differences are aplenty.

1) Not updating the blog may not have a correlation with being as busy, happening or action packed as a tai-tai.
It may just mean one was slogging it out and clocking OT on an MSN/phone internship which roles and responsibilities include:

• Deciphering tricky relationship problems
• Fielding inquisitive questions of my current status and personal affairs
• Listening to frens’ troubles, insecurities, doubts and woes
• Music/Photo sharing appreciation sessions.
• Partaking in a compulsory, high level module called GOSSIP where you are not suppose to take away what you’ve learnt(heard). It’s an art that needs much time to cultivate and learn. Serious.
  

2) Meeting up with friends for lunch/dinner/shopping/ KTV isn’t as glamorous as you’d imagine it to be. Yes, we do flash cards too. But the trump card in question is the matriculation card- in a bid to qualify for student discounts. Not Gold or Prestige card of tai-taidom.

3) Tai-tais meet and catch up with friends in style by sponsoring gala events and throwing cocktail parties, not indulging in cheap thrills like refreshing frens’ blogs incessantly, hoping for updates

4) Social butterflies eloquently furnish poised and interesting accounts of their day spiced with dramatic plot twists, humourous words and colourful personalities. They don’t dread, get stumped and mutter lame, mundane answers for a simple question like ‘what have you been doing today?’

5) And, the deciding factor that strikes me off tai-taihood:

I just washed my hair. Myself(Bleah). Using a non-salon brand shampoo(Double bleahs). Then being the wannabe, attempted to compensate/cover up by putting on a salon leave-in conditioner. (Triple bleahs)

So all of you out there, who have been calling me a socialite/ tai-tai. You would better stop. Before the real tai-tai hears it, snorts and scratches you for tarnishing her pristine image- with her perfectly manicured, won't-get-chipped cos don't-need-to- shampoo-hair nails. I won't be able to help.

Not a tai-tai, can't do the catfight.