…So Dear Readers, when I say “follow up shortly” — sometimes that means in 3 weeks. Just FYI. o.O
I hope you’ve all been well and have been avoiding this horrible flu that is going around the country. Speaking of the flu, and of following up shortly, I give you…
The Teenage Girls in Starbucks
So while waiting for my daughter to get out of an after-school class, I was whiling away an hour reading in Starbucks with my Caramel Flan Latte keeping me company while I attempted to enlighten myself with some Confucious. At first I was just minding my own business and reading, but the incessant chatter and strangely nasal, lispy, almost valley-girl-like tones of my female, teenage neighbors finally broke down my concentration. I started eavesdropping — I mean, if I’m going to be disturbed by them, they should at least afford me some sort of amusement, right?
Oddly I never actually looked at them — they were sitting too close for casual scrutiny — like 2 feet away from me, plus I was still pretending to read. So I am judging them by their words alone, which really, is as it should be no? In any case, they discussed many silly things but the first thing that disturbed me was their discussion of the New Years Eve party some of them went to. The most nasal and lispy of the bunch (I will call her Lispy for short), was upset that some girl at the party seemed to be judging her for underage drinking at the party. She was really, really upset by this — which I thought was hilarious. If you are such a rebel that you’re going to drink illegally, why should you care what your classmates think? Were you drinking to excess? Were you maybe embarrassing yourself? Are you really upset that this other person does not approve of your underage drinking, or did they just make you feel guilty? The Mom in me says “You go judgey classmate!” I don’t want my daughter underage drinking either. In fact, my own judgey inner highschool prude is also on the bandwagon with the judgey classmate, because my friends and I did not drink in highschool either. I knew plenty of girls that did drink. I also knew plenty of girls that got sickly drunk, and taken advantage of, and some who earned festive titles like “BJ Queen” and “Partytime.” In fact, my judgey prude’s high-horse grew to Clydesdale proportions by graduation just from all the cautionary tales I observed in highschool. But I digress.
So Lispy is still ranting about being upset about being judged and her friends are like “Oh totally, what else are you supposed to do on NYE — come on!” When Lispy’s cell phone rings and she answers, “Oh God, hold on it’s my Mother.” And it went a little something like this:
No I don’t want to. Why can’t we do that on Friday? (it was Tuesday, BTW)
I really don’t have time for this right now.
No, I don’t see why it’s a big deal.
Well then I just don’t care.
Well you’re overreacting.
OK, whatever I’ve gotta go, byeee. CLICK
That was a simplification of the conversation obviously, but you get the gist. So her friends asked what her Mom was saying and Lispy, in her huffiest voice relays that her Mom is insistent she gets a flu shot ASAP, and how she’s a total pain in the ass, etc. The best part of this entire episode was that one of her friends (in a slightly less annoying voice) tells her in all seriousness, “Ohhh, aaaactually, there are like a bunch of people dying from the flu and stuff right now. So your Mom actually has a point — you should totally get a flu shot.” Lispy was stymied and they all left shortly thereafter. I guess the revelation that your Mom’s not a blithering idiot kind of takes the wind out of your sails.
I sat there after they left quietly praying, “Oh please, please, please don’t let my daughter treat me like Lispy in 10 years!” Ah, God.
Let’s not reflect on a potentially cruel future — let’s talk about happy thing — like books!
So I am currently reading Frankenstein, by Mary Shelley. Again, how did I escape private school and college without reading a classic like Frankenstein? I don’t know. So far so good — this is another vocab builder that makes me glad I have that handy dictionary feature on the Kindle! I love learning new words — it’s actually retaining them that’s the hard part these days! For example, I knew a chimera was a mythical Greek monster, but I did not know it also meant “a thing that is hoped or wished for but in fact is illusory or impossible to achieve” — which I found out when I looked it up because I was wondering why the character kept talking about chimeras all the time.
Last night I just came upon the part where the main character finally discovers the secret to reanimating living tissue — which is amusing because the character (who is recounting the story) is like “Oh no, I won’t tell you how I did it because I don’t want your life to be ruined like mine.” Sneaky way to avoid that description, Ms. Mary Shelley! Hah!
Anyway, I will let you know my review once I’ve finished.
And now, time for a coffee,