The alternative title for this post is “Sauce for the goose is not sauce for the gander.” There’s also no real point to this post. I just found the story I’m about to tell you amusing.
While driving along today, my daughter commented that one of her classmates would be attending High School X this fall. (My daughter is going to High School Y.) She added, “It’s the right place for her.” Since I happen to know this gal, I asked “Because it’s artsie and druggy, right?” “Yup,” my daughter answered.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” asked Mr. Bookworm. I told him that, for as long as I can remember, High School X has been known in the region for drug problems, problems ascribed to the fact that the student body is comprised of both rich kids and kids from a nearby housing project. The former buy the drugs that the latter supply — or so the story has gone for the last 35 years.
Mr. Bookworm was incensed. “That is pure racist stereotyping. You have no reason to say that. That’s like saying back in the 1950s that blacks have white teeth and eat watermelons.” I couldn’t argue with that analogy, so I subsided.
Minutes later, we got to our destination and, as we waited in the parking lot for an open space, two women walked ahead of our car. Mr. Bookworm turned to my daughter. “Do you see the woman on the left, Little Bookworm? Do you see the way she’s walking? Women who walk like that are usually lesbians.”
Mr. Bookworm couldn’t understand why I was laughing so hard.