Tang

PeaceBang has a great post up on “TANG”:

She told me that tang is your life force, your mojo, your vibe, your get-it-together. You know what I mean. And you know when your TANG is together.

I just rented the brilliant, heartrending “Frozen River” last night (Melissa Leo was robbed of the Oscar, robbed) and it’s hard to think of “TANG” as a symbol of win after that, but I’m tryin’, PB.

This post hit me for two reasons: one, because when you’re trying to figure out what to wear on national TV, yes, your TANG better go to eleven. I have a lovely red dress that would have been perfect, actually, but that dress feels like old me, somehow. It doesn’t feel like 2009 me. It’s funny how the mojo of some garments increases over time–I feel even cooler and more myself now in my black leather bomber jacket than I did when I got it 15+ years ago–and that of other garments dissolves. The red dress is perfectly fine, and I still wear it to work and plays and brunches and whatnot. But it ain’t TANGy enough for Hoda and Kathie Lee.

The second is that the meat of the post is about questions and comments that take away your TANG. Certainly PeaceBang’s two examples are distinctly rude, but as we’ve been discussing, not every question that stomps your TANG is necessarily inappropriate. And some inappropriate questions and comments can, if you’ve got a quirky TANG, even enhance it. Like the beverage itself, my TANG is a product of the Space Age, and is thus quite properly enhanced by being told I look like Spock.

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