I used to have thoughts. Big thoughts. Thoughts that were backed by theories or refuted them. Thoughts that raged against doctrination and advocated for the socially marginalized.(sad index finger moustache in memory of Jack Layton. As an aside and to illustrate what I'm talking about here, in and around the time of Jack Layton's death my son got some plastic orange super hero guy in a Happy Meal because sometimes I am just too damn tired to make an organic fair trade casserole. And when discussing possible names I thought why not name his new toy Jack Layton or maybe even Orange Crush, I mean it was the least he could fucking do, right? Didn't Jack Layton deserve
that. But no. No. My son could give a shit about Jack Layton, or progressive social politics or advocating for the oppressed or even awesome mustaches. No, my son insists on Fireball. Fireball! He's probably going to vote conservative.)
But the idea here is that I used to think. About things. Things that didn't involve super heroes and fireballs and mono-horned mythical creatures.
But now? Now I'm in the shower listening to a heated discussion between my son and daughter. With my son maintaining that Spiderman is most obviously better than a unicorn and my daughter declaring that he has done lost his mind because unicorns so kick ass being that they can run really fast and are beautiful like princesses. To which my son came back with, superheroes can run really fast too and they can talk. They can talk a lot. And unicorns, he maintained, cannot talk. Or at least the real ones can't.
The real ones?
So now I mediate debates about superheroes and unicorns and my son lives for the most part in a fantasy world which can only mean he
will vote conservative.
I think you've got a business proposition on your hands there actually. I think this is the universe calling you to write a book about a superhero unicorn. That's crossover gold right there.
ReplyDeleteYou got to shower without the kids screaming? Well there ya go.
ReplyDeletethat really is a good debate, both unicorns and superheros kick ass, hard to pick a favourite.
ReplyDeleteYep - it's sad that, by the time we realize we should focus our considerable intelligence and insight on important political and social problems, we've had children, and buh-bye intelligence and insight. We're ordering pizza tonight (don't judge me! Husband left for australia RIGHT BEFORE A P.D. DAY!!!)
ReplyDeleteI love that if you ever come over to visit, I won't have to hide all the Happy Meal toys and (fake) snark about McDs. Unicorns all the way.
ReplyDeleteCongratulations my friend! Nice work on snagging a spot in SavvyMom.ca's top 35 blogs.
ReplyDeleteYou are the superhero unicorn.
Oh Lord, don't be too anxious. As the stress of politics return to my life I'm starting to long for the days of whether BatMan kicks Harry Potters Ass or vice versa.
ReplyDeleteWhy can't the superhero and unicorn just be friends? (Can you guess how I vote)
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* Rio Prasetyo *
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