I was born in Minneapolis and have lived nearly all of my life here, so I don’t fear snow. What I do fear are snow days, and last week the kids had two. I am fortunate that I don’t have a 9 to 5 work schedule that required me to take unpaid leave to keep an eye on the little goofballs–I’m unpaid all the time! Sadly, I was hoping to use last week to change that (have I mentioned The Radical Housewife, my completed manuscript, lately? Yes? No? Maybe?). Still, I was able to scratch out a little time for writing, with the following treats now available for your online enjoyment:
Now all intellectual activity has been suspended until January 3rd, that blessed day when Winter Break is over. And if you haven’t guessed, I am
that uber-correct liberal who calls this time of year “the holidays,” mostly because it drives Christian fundies crazy. I continue to marvel at how knotted up these folks get at THE VERY IDEA of children not
being required to decorate trees in their classrooms, for this will endanger their own personal relationship with Jesus, their Lord and Savior. I’m no biblical scholar, but I imagine that if you’re on Team Jesus, skipping tree-decorating in favor of making non-denominational ginger bread people (not ginger bread men
, mind you!) isn’t going to hurt you a bit. If Jenny Erikson of The Stir
lived down the block from me and plopped an enormous Nativity scene in her front yard, it would only bother me if I were questioning my own atheism. I might find myself irrationally (pun intended) hostile towards it, tempted to kick Joseph’s cold plastic butt to reassure myself, in vain, that it meant nothing, nothing….
such is the m.o. of the defensive hypocrite. Why did George “rentboy.com” Rekers work so hard to curtail the rights of gays and lesbians? Why does Jenny think that PC liberals like me are out to ruin Christmas? You’re obsessed with what you fear.
Me? I’m obsessed with writing and rewriting the shit out of my not-totally-radical-yet book proposal as I am, in fact, terrified of the whole process. I act tough, but if the mighty Metrodome can deflate, a housewife can too.