Dear Blue-Lips,
Please learn to dress yourself.
Last night, you came over to dinner with your boyfriend. You took off your coat, and you were wearing a thin cotton sleeveless sweater. Sleeveless? It’s the middle of March in New Jersey!
I knew I was in for a bad night.
You come over for dinner fairly frequently. My husband and I like your boyfriend very much. We want to like you, too, but you’re making it very hard for us. Every time you come over, it’s the same old thing. You show up wearing some skimpy little thing, and then you get cold. But you refuse to admit you’re cold. You start to shiver and turn blue. When I notice this, I always ask you if you want a sweater. And you say…
“I’m fine.”
And I say, “but you’re shivering! I’ll get you a sweater. Or would you like me to turn up the heat?” And you say,
“Really, I’m fine.”
So I sit there and watch you shiver, and I get more and more uncomfortable as I watch you suffer for no good reason except that you a) dress like an idiot and b) refuse to admit that you’re cold.
Yes, you have a gorgeous body. You are lean and toned and have nary a gram of excess body fat. You are the walking, breathing embodiment of the Shape magazine ideal. You dress in abbreviated outfits to show off your body. But I have to tell you, you don’t look so good with your shoulders hunched over and your arms wrapped around yourself in an attempt to conserve your meager body heat.
And it’s not like you have no access to warm clothing. Your boyfriend manages an outdoor store for fuck’s sake! He can get you the clothes that they wear on Mount Everest for below wholesale! Could you at least set yourself up with some long undies and a fleece sweater?
It’s gotten to the point where I really don’t want you to come over to my house anymore. Why should I feed you and entertain you if I am sure you’ll be miserable. Do you think that we keep our house too cold? We do keep it on the cool side in the wintertime, but I’d be willing to turn up the heat for you. Of course, I’d rather not waste the fuel to overheat the whole house just because you insist on dressing like you live in Miami, but I try to do what I can to make my guests comfortable.
Is this some kind of weird passive-aggressive manipulative game? Do you get off on having people beg and plead to help you? Is this your way of getting to be the center of attention? I know that you’re not making a subconscious protest against hanging out with us, because you’re the one who initiates seeing us.
So what’s your choice, Ms. Blue-Lips? Are you gonna put on a sweater or are you gonna lose our friendship? Because things are rapidly heading in that direction. We have enough friends that we don’t need to hang out with someone who stresses us out.



