Not so long ago, Little Miss statement shirts were all the rage among the young women. Actually, and unfortunately, they still are quite popular up to this day. I don’t know if it’s just here in the Philippines, but it seemed that every girl I inadvertently laid my eyes on was wearing a version of Little Miss: Little Miss Fun, Little Miss Yummy, Little Naughty, Little Miss Trouble, Little Miss Sunshine, Little Miss Hottie, Little Miss Wonderful – all accompanied with this image of a cute female cartoon suited up to the title used.
Even young women from certain professions were wearing them: Little Miss Nurse, Little Miss Therapist, Little Miss Banker, Little Miss Call Center Agent, Little Miss Teacher. There was even a Little Miss Volunteer variation.
And need I mention the female students and alumnae who took pride in their colleges and universities? Little Miss Atenista, Little Miss Bedan, Little Miss Uste, Little Miss Warrior, Little Miss Maroon. I think they made up half of the Little Miss shirts that I saw almost everywhere.
Obviously these Little Miss statement shirts were found to be oh so lovely and adorable, not only by the girls, but also by the modern-day local capitalists. Clearly I didn’t find the shirt concept in harmonious with my taste and overall moorings, and had enough when I discovered that even my own sister owned one: Little Miss Giggles.
There has always been something about trends and labels that repulse me. Unless a trend is absolutely useful to the progress of the humankind, I go against the current; labels on the other hand are things that I’ve never been really at ease with. I couldn’t imagine myself wearing a Little Miss, but at the same time I couldn’t stop annoying myself by trying to come up with my own Little Miss title, being sarcastic that I was.
Little Miss Homo Sapien. What girl in her right mind would call herself that? When I came up with it, I couldn’t stop chuckling. It sounds so Neanderthal and unappealing that I just had to playfully refer to myself with it. Around the time when it formed in my head I was also having the idea of finally putting up a blog, so it only followed that I name my blog after it, and because I thought I would be writing mostly about my not-so favorite things in the world.
For quite a while now though Little Miss Homo Sapien has become not just about sarcasm anymore; it has given me a new meaning and purpose: Yes, I may be only “little” (5’2, thanks) and “just” a miss, but I’m a Homo Sapien, a human being in its most stripped sense, and with that acknowledgement on my part I know I just put myself on good track.
The power of being human, while all along being humble about it.