Too old for babes
I am turning 33 in about a week.
This weekend, I realized that I am too old for babes.
Now let me be clear: I am not talking about women. Especially, smart, beautiful conscious women. I am talking about what I have been brought up to identify as babes.
I live in an area with quite a few undergrads. A bunch of girls who go to a local college (not UW) live next door. I have had minimal interaction with them in the past year, which is unremarkable because I am typically wary of interactions with neighbors. I have always been a little paranoid in this regard. Those of you who have known me for a long time might have an idea why.
These girls, having endured the same winter that i did, chose this weekend to celebrate summer.
It was like MTV spring break over there. First, these little bikini blondes, who are younger than my younger sister I think it is somehow important to note, set up an inflatable pool and a slip'n'slide.
Then, they played with waterballoons.
Then they broke out supersoakers.
And, finally, of course, hoola-hoops.
Squeals and bikinis all day long.
It was like a fucking beer commercial or a teenager's wet dream.
And?
I thought it was funny at first.
But I as the day went on and they were laughing, and squirting each other, and laughing, and splashing, and shrieking.... I mostly got annoyed.
I was trying to read on my porch.
That about sums me up. Already a grouchy grandpa.
This weekend, I realized that I am too old for babes.
Now let me be clear: I am not talking about women. Especially, smart, beautiful conscious women. I am talking about what I have been brought up to identify as babes.
I live in an area with quite a few undergrads. A bunch of girls who go to a local college (not UW) live next door. I have had minimal interaction with them in the past year, which is unremarkable because I am typically wary of interactions with neighbors. I have always been a little paranoid in this regard. Those of you who have known me for a long time might have an idea why.
These girls, having endured the same winter that i did, chose this weekend to celebrate summer.
It was like MTV spring break over there. First, these little bikini blondes, who are younger than my younger sister I think it is somehow important to note, set up an inflatable pool and a slip'n'slide.
Then, they played with waterballoons.
Then they broke out supersoakers.
And, finally, of course, hoola-hoops.
Squeals and bikinis all day long.
It was like a fucking beer commercial or a teenager's wet dream.
And?
I thought it was funny at first.
But I as the day went on and they were laughing, and squirting each other, and laughing, and splashing, and shrieking.... I mostly got annoyed.
I was trying to read on my porch.
That about sums me up. Already a grouchy grandpa.
posted by Gumshoe at 4:24 PM
2 Comments:
why does this blog not have pictures? doesn't your audience deserve it?
Padraig:
This has nothing to do with your posting, but it was given to me and I was compelled to share it with you. I hope you can forgive my bad behavior and accept my sincerest apologies. Thank you for truly introducing me to poetry. My appreciation for these philosophical words packets is a gift that transcends our friendship.
Thank you.
Kenya
Wild Geese
by Mary Oliver
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean, blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting-
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
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