Tea Party!!!!

My lovely sister

This Thanksgiving weekend my older sister and I had a tea party. This is a common occurrence in my household. We got out fancy teacups and fine silverware a la Downton Abbey, and sipped English Breakfast tea with our pinkies curled. It was the perfect day for a spot of tea, for the ground was freshly dusted with snowy sparkles, and I was wearing my best pearls.

Although women have moved far from the days where they would sit in parlors wearing bustle gowns and corsets while their mothers aligned male suitors to stop by, it is still a wonderful diversion to pretend to be a proper lady. I do feel a bit guilty when I partake in tea parties because it is almost a symbol of the days of female oppression in Western culture. However, looking at who my older sisters are now that they are all grown up has assured me that pretending to be a proper lady every once and a while is not going to kill the entire feminist movement. My sisters grew up playing with Barbies, dressing up like Anne of Green Gables, and having tea parties with their American Girl dolls. They grew up to be successful career women with college degrees. In conclusion: there is nothing wrong with putting on your lace gloves and sipping tea while speaking in a British accent.