eumelia: (wave dropping)
[personal profile] eumelia
I woke up at 6 am this morning to go fishing with my father, nephews, niece and brother (who came along as a paparazzo). It was rather fun, except that the boys got on my nerves and the girl decided I would be a better seat as opposed to the rocks of the natural breakwater on which we conducted our expedition.

There was a lot of wailing and whining, which is to be expected from people under the age of... whatever.

My oldest nephew (11 years of age) was nearly swept away when a wave pushed him over. All was well, seeing as he ended up wet and skinned at the knees. Understandably, my dad got a bit worried, so we moved from one edge of the breakwater to the other.

My big, fabulous straw hat flapped in the wind but stayed mightily attached to my head. I was quite impressed with it.

My mood became a bit sour when I offered my t-shirt to my wet nephew complained about being cold and wet (it was a fishing expedition, of which there have been several over the years, so he really should have known what to expect). You see, he took it, put it on and then removed it claiming the shirt was pink. Regardless as to whether it was pink or not, the way my shirt was accepted and then rejected because of the colour was insulting. I was actually hurt by his behaviour (and if anyone says "he's a boy" and "I'm over sensitive", you will be summarily ignored because him being a boy and young isn't actually an excuse to be rude by rejecting my shirt for it's colour - he could see what I was wearing and said simply, "no, thank you."). I asked him why he would do that. His answer was, predictably, 11 years old.

Still, not an excuse.

When we got back to the shore I told my sister (his mother) what had gone down.

I honestly find the anti-pink attitude offensive. It's a colour. When I challenged my nephew to explain his attitude he had no answer, as I knew he wouldn't, because admitting the reason would be admitting his anti-girl sentiment, something his 8 year old brother has no problem admitting next to his cousin (my niece) and me.

And so after that I was feeling a bit sour, as I said.

I wasn't the only one, considering my third nephew (whose sense of danger is non-existent) kept aggravating my father by challenging his decision to go fish where no one would be swept away by the waves.

I didn't get to fish. I had to be the other adult.

I make it sound worse than it was, but the pleasant stroll along the rocks, feeling the sun rise and go on about the magnificence of my hat is utterly unappreciated by the rest of humanity - okay, so my sister called it fancy - doesn't provide the stimulating narrative that generational conflict does.

Not to worry, more to come!

Date: 2012-10-07 06:41 pm (UTC)
silveradept: A kodama with a trombone. The trombone is playing music, even though it is held in a rest position (Default)
From: [personal profile] silveradept
The good things outweighing the bad make for a good vacation. The anti-pink sentiment without reason should be an opportunity to teach about culture, but trying to do that here in the States would result in "Stop trying to put your weird ideas into my child's head!"

Date: 2012-10-08 02:44 am (UTC)
ironed_orchid: pin up girl reading kant (Default)
From: [personal profile] ironed_orchid
Pink is a colour.

I don't like it much, but were someone to offer me a pink shirt on a boat, I would gratefully wear it.

Date: 2012-10-08 10:06 am (UTC)
lilacsigil: 12 Apostles rocks, text "Rock On" (12 Apostles)
From: [personal profile] lilacsigil
I'm glad I grew up in the 80s when pink for boys was totally rad!


eumelia: (Default)

June 2015

 12345 6

V and Justice

V: Ah, I was forgetting that we are not properly introduced. I do not have a name. You can call me V. Madam Justice...this is V. V... this is Madam Justice. hello, Madam Justice.

Justice: Good evening, V.

V: There. Now we know each other. Actually, I've been a fan of yours for quite some time. Oh, I know what you're thinking...

Justice: The poor boy has a crush on adolescent fatuation.

V: I beg your pardon, Madam. It isn't like that at all. I've long admired you...albeit only from a distance. I used to stare at you from the streets below when I was a child. I'd say to my father, "Who is that lady?" And he'd say "That's Madam Justice." And I'd say "Isn't she pretty."

V: Please don't think it was merely physical. I know you're not that sort of girl. No, I loved you as a person. As an ideal.

Justice: What? V! For shame! You have betrayed me for some harlot, some vain and pouting hussy with painted lips and a knowing smile!

V: I, Madam? I beg to differ! It was your infidelity that drove me to her arms!

V: Ah-ha! That surprised you, didn't it? You thought I didn't know about your little fling. But I do. I know everything! Frankly, I wasn't surprised when I found out. You always did have an eye for a man in uniform.

Justice: Uniform? Why I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about. It was always you, V. You were the only one...

V: Liar! Slut! Whore! Deny that you let him have his way with you, him with his armbands and jackboots!

V: Well? Cat got your tongue? I though as much.

V: Very well. So you stand revealed at last. you are no longer my justice. You are his justice now. You have bedded another.

Justice: Sob! Choke! Wh-who is she, V? What is her name?

V: Her name is Anarchy. And she has taught me more as a mistress than you ever did! She has taught me that justice is meaningless without freedom. She is honest. She makes no promises and breaks none. Unlike you, Jezebel. I used to wonder why you could never look me in the eye. Now I know. So good bye, dear lady. I would be saddened by our parting even now, save that you are no longer the woman I once loved.


-"V for Vendetta"


Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Sep. 26th, 2017 02:38 pm
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios