I believe in me...

Again I am borrowing what we all have access to and so don’t judge me for lack of originality, but hear me out with my reasoning:

“How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying: the Musical
Song: I Believe In You Lyrics

“FRUMP
Hello, Executive Washroom. Oh! Come on down. We're here making plans.

COMPANY
Gotta stop that man.
I've gotta stop that man cold
Or he'll stop me.

Big deal, big rocket,
Thinks he has the world in his pocket.
Gotta stop, gotta stop.
Gotta stop that man.

FRUMP
Now! Look at him standing and staring at himself on the mirror!

FINCH
Now there you are.
Yes, there's that face.
That face that somehow I trust.
It may embrace you, too.
Here me say it.
But say it I must,
Say it I must

You have the cool clear
Eyes of a seeker of wisdom and truth,

Yet, there's that up turned chin
And the grin of impetuous youth.

Oh, I believe in you,
I believe in you.

I hear the sound of good
Solid judgment whenever you talk.

Yet, there's the bold, brave spring
Of the tiger that quickens your walk.
(roar, roar!)

Oh, I believe in you,
I believe in you.

And when my faith in my fellow man
Oh but falls apart,
I've but to feel your hand grasping mine
And I take heart,
I take heart.

To see the cool clear
Eyes of a seeker of wisdom and truth,

Yet with the slam, bang, tang
Reminiscent of gin and vermouth.

Oh, I believe in you,
I believe in you.

MALE ENSEMBLE
Gotta stop that man.
Gotta stop that man.

Or he'll stop me.

Big will, big beaver
For we won't live in front of this fever

Gotta stop, gotta stop.
Gotta stop that man.

FINCH
Oh, I believe in you...

COMPANY
Don't let it be such a hero

FINCH
(ha, ha, ha)
You...
(ha, ha, ha)
You...
You!

COMPANY
Gotta stop that man!
Gotta stop him!
Stop that man!
Gotta stop him!
Gotta stop that man!”
Thanks: http://www.themusicallyrics.com/h/229-how-to-succeed-in-business-without-really-trying/1415-i-believe-in-you.html
Was this the famed Good Ole Boys Club that we women always hear about? I truly wonder…but now it seems to apply more to the ‘Redneck Realm’ and I say that in only the most respectful way…and they should feel that way about us gals too!
Moving on…
When did believing in yourself become Narcissistic?
It’s so confusing these days… people say in order to love others one must love themselves, huh?

Well, what brought this on was of course another exciting day in Hubby’s and my home of watching this time an oldie but a goodie, the movie version of ‘How to Succeed in Business without Really Trying!’ circa 1967, and I was working at Lord & Taylor’s during its heyday, actually after in1969, on into the nineteen seventies.
Robert Morse the main character of J. Pierpont Finch that also originated the role on Broadway played the same man in the movie version and it just so happens that his sister also worked with me at Lord& Taylor’s, how about that!
When I realized who she was, I was just awful gushing on how much I loved him in that movie!
And since I was engaged during the time I worked there, even got married fifteen months after that and we had our first son fifteen months after that wedding of ours and I got a 20% discount many things were bought there, even my fancy smancey Yves St. Laurent towel set for our rather rustic first ever dwelling a basement apartment bath, I know…oh well! Fortunately, we have moved on since then quite a few times actually, and gosh I have no idea what happened to those fanciful towels. You see, Robert Morse’s sister worked in the bath department at that time, aha!
Back to the concept of one believing in ones self… why not?
Feeling happy with whom you are should be a win, win situation, hmm?
So to look in a mirror and to believe in you is not any more derogatory than looking into a mirror and FEELING Pretty, ha!
I feel another song coming on…nah
I have decided to NOT copy and paste the lyrics to I feel pretty since when I tried to it played with me…shaking it all and giving me a traumatic headache if you see it below it is because it has chosen to be there. I had cut it even changed pages and everything, but now I see it below once again, could I be billed for this? Sure hope not.
Since I probably don’t have that kind of money they want for it…oh well… maybe it will leave on its own accord, hmm?
Meanwhile I will continue to try and make my point was this our, women anthem at one time too?
Did we all feel pretty, etc.?
And due to that feeling were we also narcissistic?

“Movie Lyrics | Stage Lyrics
I FEEL PRETTY
MARIA
I feel pretty,
Oh, so pretty,
I feel pretty and witty and bright!
And I pity
Any girl who isn't me tonight.

I feel charming,
Oh, so charming
It's alarming how charming I feel!
And so pretty
That I hardly can believe I'm real.

See the pretty girl in that mirror there:
Who can that attractive girl be?
Such a pretty face,
Such a pretty dress,
Such a pretty smile,
Such a pretty me!

I feel stunning
And entrancing,
Feel like running and dancing for joy,
For I'm loved
By a pretty wonderful boy!

GIRLS
Have you met my good friend Maria,
The craziest girl on the block?
You'll know her the minute you see her,
She's the one who is in an advanced state of shock.

She thinks she's in love.
She thinks she's in Spain.
She isn't in love,
She's merely insane.

It must be the heat
Or some rare disease,
Or too much to eat
Or maybe it's fleas.

Keep away from her,
Send for Chino!
This is not the
Maria we know!

Modest and pure,
Polite and refined,
Well-bred and mature
And out of her mind!

MARIA
I feel pretty,
Oh, so pretty
That the city should give me its key.
A committee
Should be organized to honor me.

GIRLS
La la la la . . .

MARIA
I feel dizzy,
I feel sunny,
I feel fizzy and funny and fine,
And so pretty,
Miss America can just resign!

GIRLS
La la la la . . .

MARIA
See the pretty girl in that mirror there:

GIRLS
What mirror where?

MARIA
Who can that attractive girl be?

GIRLS
Which? What? Where? Whom?

MARIA
Such a pretty face,
Such a pretty dress,
Such a pretty smile,
Such a pretty me!

GIRLS
Such a pretty me!

ALL
I feel stunning
And entrancing,
Feel like running and dancing for joy,
For I'm loved
By a pretty wonderful boy!

Music by Leonard Bernstein, lyrics by Stephen Sondheim.
© 1956, 1957 Amberson Holdings LLC and Stephen Sondheim. Copyright renewed.
Leonard Bernstein Music Publishing Company LLC, Publisher.”


If not that, what were we; I ask you?
I would like to believe that both were a form of expressing our self confidence and no one in their right mind could argue with that point for this I am very sure…So sing till your vocal cords say Uncle and enjoy who you are, and allow me to be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and ask you to count all your blessings and share those overages and we will too!
And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?