Lately, we’ve been spending a bit more time around driven, career-oriented professionals. As we pass on the streets and rub shoulders on public transit, I’ve noticed some things. Generally speaking, the men seem to be more polite. I’m not saying all the women in this city are jerks and all the men are chivalrous, but there are definitely some patterns. On more than one occasion, men have held elevators and gone out of their way to open doors. In contrast, women have side-stepped me wrestling a stroller into a building and stared blankly at me through closing elevator doors while I wait for the next one. While the encounters are trivial, they’ve got me thinking about our world’s evolving woman. I have nothing against working women and I think I have some feminist tendencies myself (Noel begs you that if you ever send us a piece of mail, please do not address it to Mr. & Mrs. Noel Merket), but it makes me sad that some women feel they have to become cold and hardened in order to be successful. It reminds me of this quote:
The world has enough women who are tough; we need women who are tender. There are enough women who are coarse; we need women who are kind. There are enough women who are rude; we need women who are refined. We have enough women of fame and fortune; we need more women of faith. We have enough greed; we need more goodness. We have enough vanity; we need more virtue. We have enough popularity; we need more purity (“The Joy of Womanhood” by Margaret Nadauld).
I’m making a mental note to teach any daughters we may have to be courteous and not take crap from anyone.
On a slightly different note, I’ve been approached by people asking for directions a lot lately. I find this amusing because I’m horrible with directions (for the longest time after moving to Colorado I couldn’t figure out which way was North and which way was South) and I’m definitely not an expert on the area. I couldn’t figure out why people didn’t ask someone who looked like they belonged here, but then realized that the woman with the stroller and the polka dotted rain boots probably looks more approachable than the people in suits with blackberries.
Here’s to babies that make the work-weary smile, bright colors in drab weather, and being kind to strangers, happy Thursday!
Going to school can be a drag. Classes are often boring and pointless. Tests are grueling and frequent. It has been more frigid lately on campus early in the morning with the relentless canyon wind chapping and freezing the entire way to class. Then there is the hill. It must have a grade of at least 45 degrees. For some reason I can be in shape to run a marathon and still be winded by going up that hill. Maybe it’s just knowing what awaits me at the top.
But wait, there is a shining beacon of hope and optimism once I reach the crest.
He stands sentinel at the stoplight of 8th East and 7th North, rain or shine, letting me, and anyone else who passes by, know that even though I may have woke up just a few minutes earlier and rushed out the door, I still look good. Who knows how many people’s days he has brightened? For that, I salute you, stoplight box guy.
So today I went into the men’s bathroom on the fourth floor of the Engineering Building here at Utah State. Apparently since I’ve been there last, there’s been some redecorating. Take, for example, this lovely little number on the coat rack:
Actually, that was the only redecorating, but I still thought it was funny. And I was inspired to blog it due to a recent post by Danielle. So, really this goes to show that male engineers aren’t really all about utility over asthetics. It does, however, illustrate why you should nevertheless never let an engineer decorate your home.
Okay, so I guess I am the last person on earth to see this, but it is absolutely hilarious, so if you’ve already seen this don’t worry about it. This music video shows much more talent than all of those you will see on MTV or whatever. It’s a good thing this wasn’t around when I was a kid or I’m sure I would really have hurt myself trying this.
Apparently Batman is a student at Utah State University and is too cheap to buy a parking pass. Since we live so close to campus, many people will park on the street in front of our house during school because they don’t need a parking permit to do so. However, we have never had a superhero do this.
I always imagined the batmobile to be a little bigger. I don’t know. Maybe this is the commuter batmobile that gets better gas mileage. Of course, it has appropriate upholstry too.
…would you have the name of a Lamanite king from the Book of Mormon as your personalized license plate on your Chevy Suburban.
Check this out. This lady is wearing a hat made of Coca Cola cans.
Dave Barry – Talk Like a Pirate Day
TalkLikeaPirate.com – the official website
Ahoy, today be Talk Like a Pirate Day! Today all ye land lubbers are meant to talk like ye are pirates. Avast, smartly sail on over to the links above to find out more.
P.S. Please forgive me poor Pirate. I’m merely a novice.