Warning - Angry Woman Ahead

This is going to sound like it's coming out of left field, but it's my main thoughts today, so I thought I'd share.
I think that having to worry about what other people think is a stress that is unnecessary. Maybe I've been hanging out with Bryant too long ( he has never cared one whit what people think), but recent events have convinced me that appearances are shallow. And those who judge them are a waste of freaking time.
I am so glad that I no longer live in a place where I have to worry about wearing makeup and nice clothes just to pick up my child from school. Not that I ever let it bother me much - I'm not that way and never have been - I think it's ridiculous to even think that people will look at what I have on while waiting for my kid to come out of the school. However, the sad fact remains that there are folks out there who will comment on your hair, makeup, outfit, whatever...while you do the most mundane of chores. I am not, nor will I ever, totally remake my face and change into a cute outfit just simply to run to the school or Walmart. I don't care to be around those who feel that if you don't live in a certain neighborhood, you just aren't good enough to be friends.
Furthermore, while I'm on the subject of judging, I am sick to death of the judgmental attitudes of those who know nothing about me and my family, have not seen me or my children in years and still feel it necessary to pass opinions on me which have no basis - like saying I want a glamorous lifestyle, I sit on my butt all day, or that I demand a certain way of life. Ummm, yeah, I'm raising three boys by myself while my husband works his rear end off 1,900 miles away to pull us out of a hole, I DO NOT wear designer clothes despite ignorant comments to the contrary, and I drive a 5 year old Suburban with a HOLE IN THE FLOORBOARD. I work my rear off every single day, 7 days a week, no breaks, to be mama and daddy to my boys and make sure they are happy and healthy, and have everything they want and need. I fall into bed most nights (late, btw) with my body aching from being so freaking tired. I barely have time to take a shower much less lay on the couch and eat bonbons and watch the soaps (which i HATE, btw). Yeah, real, real glam, so extravagant. Elizabeth Taylor and all that. Oh yeah, baby.
And if the person reading this gets the Elizabeth Taylor reference and a few other phrases, I'm letting you know - YOU SUCK. Bryant and I - we are soooooo over you. Now take your toys and go play somewhere else.
To everyone else, take a look at your lives (me included - I am as guilty as anyone) and make sure that you aren't passing judgment on someone. It's not your right and it's just not nice.