Either Mack had won the Stanley Cup for miniature hockey or he has a tiny spittoon.
I’ve only been here 51 minutes and already, I have failed as a babysitter and a feminist. SuperMousey (and is it just me or would it be awesome if her name was SouperMousey?) is having a fight with one of her friends and it seems apparent that, if SuperMousey is right that there seems to be nothing that’s spurred it between the two of them, her friend is trying to push her away and reject her first in order to spare herself the potential pain of losing SuperMousey when they get to middle school.
This had not occurred to SuperMousey at all.
And at first I felt all, well, look at me, Superior Insight Woman!
But now I’m feeling a little ooky about it. I mean, shoot. They’re eleven and here I am teaching SuperMousey to reward her friend’s indirectness and bullshitty refusal to talk openly about what’s bugging her.
These bullshit ways between us women, they start so young.
I’m also still mulling over this whole country music thing. There’s an element there of this notion that a whole lot of people in this country believe that they have the right to live in an unchanging community that reflects their values and beliefs, no matter how wrong those beliefs are.
And I think what irritates me about commercial country music is its willingness to sell to those people back to them that same idea–that they have that right–even as the people doing the selling don’t believe it. If there’s a reason good music doesn’t get heard on the radio, I do believe that that’s part of the reason.
I don’t know. I guess this is where we go strolling through the ugly, unkempt part of my liberal, feminist garden, because, while I do believe we should tolerate everyone and try to really hear what they’re saying and treat it with some respect, there are just ways of being in the world that I think are clearly wrong and stupid.
If you think it’s okay for a dude in a bar to put a girl in the hospital just because you can’t tell if she’s a boy or a girl, then you are an idiot and I’m not sure I actually have any obligation to put up with that nonsense or to act as if it’s just one more valid opinion among many others. For instance.
So, I guess I’m not the tolerant fount of tolerance I pass myself off as being.
I do try, though. Most of the time.