I wanted to try my hand, tonight, at yet another blog.
But I kept getting distracted.
My first thought, about a blog, came from my room-mate, who said that I should introduce his thoughts to you because they make so much sense.
The reason he thinks he makes so much sense is because, tonight, we were talking about a mother and child he saw at the supermarket. A mother and daughter who looked great from “up-front” but who, when he turned his head to look at them from behind, had no asses.
They had no waists.
So my room-mate comes home and complains about this, and I say, “Well it’s all due to the growth hormones they inject into chickens these days. We’re all growing bigger, kids are growing bigger, and it’s not only the growth hormones, it’s the fact that kids are sitting on their asses and playing Nintendo and Xbox and Wii!”.
Any my room-mate, God bless him, said, “Weeeee!!!??”
He continued, “Remember when ‘weeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!’ was rolling down a steep hill in the summer time? Remember when ‘weeeeeeeee!!!’ was riding your bike with your hands or feet off the brakes, downhill? Remember when ‘weeeeeeeee!!!’ was running non-stop with your arms outstretched and you had no choice but to finally lie down out of tiredness?!”
Okay, well, he actually didn’t say that. But he came close.
It made me bring up Obama and his talks about how parents need to turn off the television. Participate.
My room-mate said, “By all means!!! They SHOULD turn off the televisions and the games and make their kids go out and ride bikes and jump rope and play hopscotch! THAT is why kids are getting fat!”
And I, as a counter-point, mentioned that my Independent Right-Leaning Sister once complained to me that Obama has no right to preach to people about their weight and their SUV’s and their children’s videos and peoples’ lifestyles.
And my room-mate said, “F--- that. Weren’t we all healthier back in the day, when we were growing up?”
And I said, “Amen, bro.”
We almost did that “knuckle-tap”, “fist bump”, “fist-kiss”, “daps”, “righteous can-I-get-an-Amen-with-my-fist?” “black thang”, “symbol of togetherness between our prospective Democratic nominee and his wife that we can’t give a name to because we don’t understand real life” “Muslim Bump” thing…..but we stopped at the “Amen.”
From there, my ex-boyfriend now-room-mate and friend who would, from now on, prefer to be referred to as “Shoes”, because that’s his nick-name at work and he has four freaking pairs of white (and may I add, expensive) sneakers that he likes to wear to work (and because he has big feet and looks good in his shoes, I don’t mind giving him the nickname and only hope he impresses some nice girl with a good salary someday with his four pairs of sneakers and large shoe-size but that’s beside the point because he’s stuck by me through thick and thin and I will do the same for him until I find him a new girlfriend myself if he can’t do it himself, but that’s, yet again, beside the point), from there Shoes said, “Remember the 70’s?”
And I of course, being a child of the sixties can remember the 70’s, and being younger than Shoes by only 9 years can remember it better than he thinks, I said, “Yeah, I remember all that, and I remember the empowerment movement wherein girls were allowed to be like boys, and vice-versa”.
He just looked at me. So I continued, “I remember that whole ‘Free To Be You And Me’ movement, don’t you?”
And he said, “Oh yeah!!! Marlo Thomas!! She was hot!”
And I said, “Yeah, that”, and hid a smile.
Remember that whole skit (animated) with the little girl that wanted to first because she was brought up to believe in: LADIES FIRST! LADIES FIRST!!
And she demands to go on a trip to the Amazon with her Daddy (LADIES FIRST!! LADIES FIRST!!) and when she gets there she finds pomegranates (or was it mangoes??) and she wants to eat them first but has to negotiate with a bunch of tribesman there first, and somehow ends up fighting so hard for her RIGHT TO BE LADY FIRST that she ends up in the kettle of boiling water and getting eaten first?
Reminds me of someone I know.
But that’s beside the point. The point being, that there is nothing wrong with being enlightened.
There is nothing wrong with being reminded that what we wish for, we shall have…..sometimes to our own detriment.
And this whole conversation between Shoes and me tonight reminded me of that complaint from my Independent, Right-Leaning Sister when she said to me on the way to our grand-nephew’s first birthday celebration a few weeks ago:
“I don’t want my future President [meaning Obama] to tell me what I should drive, and what I should eat, and how I should stay healthy, and what I should let my child do after school.”
I remember nodding my head in agreement (as I do, because of my reluctance to cause an argument), and then saying, “Yeah, but….really. Was it like this in the 70‘s? And what was so wrong with us then?”.
See? I’m no longer distracted. I now remember my point.
