Wednesday, February 08, 2006
About Me
- Name: Aunt B
- Location: Nashville, Tennessee, United States
Like Donnell Alexander says, "It's about completing the task of living with enough spontaneity to splurge some of it on bystanders, to share with others working through their own travails a little of your bonus life." But, it's mostly the kind of place that folks looking for "girls and cars" stumble across by accident.
I'VE MOVED. COME CHECK OUT THE MOST RECENT STUFF HERE.
WHERE TO DIRECT YOUR HATE MAIL AND LOVE LETTERS
ALL PROCEEDS GO TO BEER
THINGS I SAID RECENTLY
- In Defense (Sort of) of the Moderate Muslims
- Oh Yes, Wait A Minute
- If Kleinheider Ever Left His House, I would Buy Hi...
- My Parents and the Supernatural
- Huck History Month
- Is It True that a Cynic is Just a Realistic Optimist?
- My Dad Confesses
- Our Day with the Car
- The Butcher is Changing My Oil
- Lowering Expectations
THE CAST OF CHARACTERS
Aunt B.--Your kind host.The Butcher--My youngest brother, who lives with me and works as, you guessed it, a butcher. He knows everyone in town.
The Recalcitrant Brother--Our middle brother, who lives in rural Georgia and has a kind of movie star life, if that movie star is Burt Reynolds in Deliverance.
The Reverend--Our Dad, a Methodist minister, perpetually three years from retirement.
Mom--Our Mom. She doesn't get a funny nickname because our mom will not stand for funny nicknames.
Mrs. Wigglebottom--My dog. She's got terrible manners.
The Corporate Shill--Or The Shill, as we call her. My friend from college who was constantly getting me into trouble and going to parties she neglected to tell me about where cute boys would ask her "Where's Aunt B.?"
The Legal Eagle--The Shill's husband.
The Super Genius--She lived next door to me my freshman year of college and we've been friends ever since my first day on the floor.
Miss J.--My first adult friend, meaning the first lasting friendship I made after college. She was my roommate in grad school.
Her Lover--Her Husband.
The Divine Ms. B.--Miss J.'s sister and one of my heroes, because she's brave and funny and mystic and fearless.
JR--My oldest friend. I've known her since I was in the second grade.
Elias--JR's husband and the person who's musical tastes have most strongly affected my own. Oh, how I long to be cooler than him!
The Professor--My closest friend here in Nashville. She's a genius, but she'll never tell you that.
The Man from GM--I've known him since I was 16 and he still hasn't forgiven me for telling him I was a vegetarian when I wasn't.
The Redheaded Kid--No one knows where he comes from or where he goes when he leaves here. I assume he's the Butcher's friend. The Butcher assumes he's mine.
1 Comments:
The Dove ads choked me up, and I'm a dude. I just lose alpha points right and left.
Unfortunately, an appreciation of diverse femininity has a tough road to travel as long as "eye candy" remains a viable career path.
I know many incredible women who cover the full range of physical appearance. None of them make a living as eye candy, but what about the woman doomed to be beautiful? This is not a flip comment. Some people struggle with the fact that almost no one seems to find them attractive. Others have to deal with the fact that almost everyone seems to. I could go on for days about how it's worse for women than for men, because the causes are complex and run deep in the human psyche. The situation has evolved over millennia.
Whoever you are, male or female, you should base your self image on what you can do, not just how you look. But we are visual creatures. Most of us need a good clout upside the head to remind us to look below the surface.
I almost got to be the first commenter, but I kept trashing the comment and starting over. I've spent many years thinking about how we hurt each other and how people who have been hurt can pass it along whether they mean to or not.
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