Blowing off some steam
So, instead, I'm going to tell you a story so we can all blow off a little steam. This story is about, of all things, my recent visit to the hairdresser.* On this recent visit I found myself alone with a new stylist and we began talking. I like talking to random people- it's almost always interesting and it gives me a chance to see the perspectives of folks who are not, themselves, cloistered academics. As she began cutting my hair the conversation turned to politics and I realized that the woman I had previously believed to be a normal stylist was, in fact, a lunatic. My first warning that this was the case came early in the conversation:
Woman: I just... I don't know what the President is doing.
Drek: What do you think about Bush?
Woman: Well, I'm not supposed to talk about politics, but since you asked...
Woman: I think he came in with good intentions, but he's just fucked us all up. He's just done some terrible things to this country.
Drek: Yeah, definitely. He probably did have good intentions, but good intentions and two-fifty will buy you a coffee at Starbucks.
Woman: Yeah, exactly. And you know what else? I just hate Hillary.
Drek: Really? Why is that?
Woman: After what her husband did? After he... ran around with that woman... and she stayed married to him. Now how she's governor of that state-
Drek: She's a senator from New York.
Woman: Right. She's running that state. I just hate her.
Drek: Well, some people feel that way.
Woman: I just don't think a woman should be president.
Woman: Men are logical thinkers but women are... whaddya call it? Emotional. We're just too emotional. We think with our hearts and our hormones. Not like men.
Drek: Well I...
Woman: Oh, but I love Obama!
Sadly, it only got worse from here. We went on a long, meandering trip through illogic and insanity. Incredibly, this journey proceeded without any input from me and, frankly, I felt compelled to limit my contradictory remarks since she was hovering about my neck with a pair of scissors and it was quite clear that she didn't trust anybody. The point in the conversation at which my head truly detonated, however, came during a paranoid rant about how her coworkers were out to get her fired:
Woman: So she's 45 and he's 49.
Woman: And she's a sagittarius and he's a capricorn. I know about that stuff because I love science.
Drek: Emits a high pitched scream of agony audible only to dogs.
Indeed, I can only imagine that she's spent a lot of time over at the astrology department.
This maybe doesn't make up for all the horror of this past week, it may not even make a dent, but it does make me smile a little and right now, that's enough.
See you next week.
* I should point out that I use the least expensive hair cutting establishment I know that doesn't require I go way out of my way. As a consequence, if my hair is more or less cut evenly I'm usually pretty happy.