Wednesday, April 25, 2007
While I was hobbling around in the local Safeway store yesterday, I got to the checkout line just ahead of a mother and teenage daughter who were obviously members of a particular local Christian fundamentalist church; you can tell by the way the members dress. In this case, the mom was wearing a kind of wrap or scarf around her head, and the daughter had her hair pulled back in a tight bun. Both wore long, plain dresses with long sleeves.
Anyway, as the checker was working at my groceries, I couldn't help but notice this mother and daughter frantically running from one checkout aisle to the next, turning copies of Style and Cosmopolitan magazines around so the front covers, depicting cleavage and form-fitting dresses, wouldn't show.
It was just too funny, and I couldn't resist... I approached the mother and said, honestly, "I understand exactly what you're doing. I do that with books by Sean Hannity, Rush Limbaugh and Ann Coulter every time I go to Barnes and Noble." (I actually DO do that in bookstores!)
Her quick response was "Well, reading those books is a person's prerogative. With this stuff, it's just in your face, all the time."
What I wanted to say was "Because people in our country read so damned much of that rightwing crap, we see reactions like yours to just about anything sexual." I also could have said, "If you don't like it don't look at it!" or I could have stepped away from my groceries, confronted her and said "Look, you stupid dumbass!" while I went about undoing her and her daughter's "Lord's work"... "We live in a free society, whether you like it or not!" I didn't do or say those things because I engage in the same kind of behavior when I see the wingnut books on display at B & N.
My response was "I assure you I would like to see our country get away from nasty rightwing politics as much as you would like to see higher standards in the kind of magazines people read."
She muttered something under her breath as she followed her daughter, who was busily turning more magazines around a couple of checkout lines ahead.
This reminds me of Lizzy's story about her political encounter with her auto mechanic. Did I do or say the right things here?