Amused Musings On A Slightly Absurd World

So back in April, I posted about how much trouble I was having finding flesh-colored pantyhose as a woman of color in Atlanta.  Well, in protest I decided to go sans pantyhose for the summer.  It’s just too damn hot anyway.  Since browner skin is prone to dark spots I did something I thought I’d never do and bought some bronzing lotion to help even out the tone of my legs. It’s worked so-so.   Things have been going well until, of course, my mother weighed in on the situation yesterday.  She’s visually impaired, but can see kind of  sorta, particularly when she’s focusing on her only daughter’s fashion.  Anyway she asked me why I wasn’t wearing any pantyhose and I told her about my dilemma not being able to find my preferred choice at Target.  She was unimpressed and said once I get over sulking I should go online to the discount Hanes site and buy the “Pecan” hose I used to wear years ago.  She’s not wrong, but I want to be able to roll up to the store and buy what I want to buy.  Is it so wrong for  a WoC like me to be recognized as a valued consumer in the marketplace?   Waaaaaah!  I’m not done with my fit yet even if no one but me knows about it.