Since we went to the Met, we walked through Central Park to catch the C to our restaurant in Greenwich Village. We took a moment to sit on a bench and just enjoy being together.
Important things I overheard today: a man describing the plot of Free Willie in great detail; a woman at the Camp exhibit at the Met who took one look around at all the people, threw up her hands and said “this is literal hell;” and a woman in Central Park who was yelling after a man “you wrote me a love letter in 1965 on yellow…” (then I heard no more).
Ten years ago Bob and I got married. A set of twins (“we’re done having kids”) and a singleton (“we’re done having kids“) later, a lot of laughter and love and we are still thriving.
We are having a long weekend to ourselves in NYC, and we have committed to taking selfies everywhere we go. I’ll share some later, but for now, it’s enough that you know this trip has already lead me to realize that I want a statue of myself (after my death), as a centaur, in Roman armor.
A shameless plug for a post my dear friend Andrea wrote.
There are books that are still taught in schools today where girls and women don’t even exist: they are so inconsequential to the Very Important Ideas going on in the book that nobody thought to include them. (Which also, by the way, ingrains in us at an early age that girls and women don’t matter or have anything to contribute, if they’re not even present in the literature we select).
This teaches all of us that the male perspective is the default perspective: it’s what’s considered good and right, it explores lofty ideas, it’s the Canon. It shouldn’t come as a surprise that if man is the default in language, then man is the default in everything. Language is the foundation of how we explain and communicate our world, and it represents who we are and how we operate.
I collected Ele from Camp today. Safe to say she had a great time! A few tears on the first night, but as she said, afterwards she slept great. She pointed out that her camp bed was “hard as a rock,” which she said was fine because apparently so is her bed at home.
Henry lost one of his front teeth yesterday at camp, and the Tooth Fairy stopped by and left him twoth dollars!
He did ask Bob last night if the Tooth Fairy was real, or if it was just parents. And then he asked if Santa was real. He apparently already knows that Hogwarts isn’t real. Bob told him that was something he’d have to decide for himself. He was happy to take the money, so I guess he’s chosen to believe for now.