I was part of a movement of "dinosaur moms" when I lived in Maryland (Astrodon Johnstoni is the Maryland state dinosaur.) Which is nothing more than this -- dinosaur moms delight in the half-feral nature of the beasties they parent, even as they whisper Shakespeare and Kierkegaard in their ears at night.
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Say you have a friend. Not a friend, exactly. More like a probationary friend. Friend enough to have your e-mail address. And one of the first things PF does with your e-mail address is forward something to you and twenty other of her closest friends. In this particular case it was this maudlin poem.
Well, I have a pretty high tolerance for forwards of this sort, but this particular one bugged me. Perhaps it was the presumption on our very new acquaintance, or the bathos of the text, or the fraud of making people believe that signing a chain petition is accomplishing something.
I hit "reply all", linked to the hoax-slayer site, and explained that if anybody wanted to help MADD in real life, they could click on its actual action center. Was that overkill?
We got on to family histories. Spouse and I were telling the story of the reunion where he and I had unveiled a genealogy and the aunties all set to editing-- cousins marrying, unacknowledged children, etc. Another of our party, said, Oh, like Sirius Black's mother burning holes in the tapestry -- Bzzt, Bzzt! An apt analogy, and we had only just read that chapter last night.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Sunday, February 17, 2008
She describes how her "pushy, whitish, Type A, middle-class poor" family, decided to throw their all into the depressing neighborhood school -- I love how she put it, "Play[ed] Lady Bountiful," to said school -- not because they are so all-fired principled, but because it's what there is. She freely admits, "We tried to flee to the white suburbs, but we failed." Because, even though she is obviously a person who can, for instance, get herself published in "The Atlantic," the good school zip codes and/ or private schools remain way out of her price range.
And even though it exhausts me just to read what it took for this quasi-celebrity to secure, in this case, a Vh1 Save the Music grant. And even though I have more and more often experienced my own neighborhood school as a sink-hole that shows little return on my investment. Still, it is heartening to know that Sandra shares and has given a name to my own "Pushy whitish Type A middle-class poor" experience.