I like to purchase a diet coke every now and then (and by "now and then" I mean that right now I am drinking one, and then a few hours later I will buy one on my way to school). And I've noticed lately that buying a diet coke is like a sign that you are in some sort of secret society. People, mostly women, give me these knowing looks and nods. Some even talk to me about it, calling me "honey" or "sister." I guess I never knew that I was a member of this club, but it makes me feel really special when I go to Target.
The last two times I have been to Target, in fact, women have spoken to me about my beverage of choice. A few months ago Kacy and I were walking along the aisles (probably discussing our blogs) and I stopped suddenly, turned sharply, and called out "sorry, it's an emergency" as I ran over to the fridge containing the coke products. Kacy laughed, and then a woman who was clearly eavesdropping said "honey, I understand. It IS an emergency! Let me get out of your way." I laughed and smiled, but inside I wondered "do I know you?"
Another time at Target I had just checked out and was about to walk away, when the cashier said "you forgot this" and she held up my diet coke. Then, the woman in line behind me--who had shown no signs of interest in me whatsoever--said "Oh, yeah, you don't want to forget THAT!" Smile, smile . . . wink, wink.
If you drink diet coke and you are a woman, it's like everywhere you go you have a sister in spirit, who is also sneaking away to Big Lots to buy the 20 ounce bottle for under a dollar (best deal in town!!). You share a secret knowledge of every good vending machine in the county. I feel like it is the younger version of those women who take that "When I am an old woman I shall wear purple" poem to heart and meet bi-annually to wear purple and red hats and wreak havoc on hotels and spas. Only we are the diet coke sisterhood: some of us may be ashamed, and unwilling to come out of the diet coke closet. Some of us would wear a banner and march in a parade if we could. And some of us (like me) don't even know we are in the club.