I've Found the Culprit!
I've identified the person responsible for the low volume of posts recently. C'est moi. Apparently (the investigation was not definitive on ths point) I spiraled into a deep depression after recognizing that "The Litella" would not become the latest meme to spread like wildfire throughout the blogosphere. It's time to face facts. I may never catch up to Mahir Cagri. Heartsick at my failure to enhance the lexicon of bloggers at large, I experienced what I now to refer to my "lost weeks" obsessively clicking "refresh" on the Drudge Report, in the forlorn hope that his spinning siren icon would signal the indictment of well, most of the present administration. This is not recommended, by the way.
posted by Logie at
11:08 AM
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Hi John,
Just discovered that you have a blog and read a few posts. I wish you the best as you get "The Litella" out into the world. Thought you'd enjoy my own Litella from when I was in 9th grade...
Our sex ed class was coming to a close at the end of the year. To wrap up any loose ends, my teacher collected anonymous questions that she would answer for the class (or we could discuss). Being a very reserved youngster (yes, me), this was what I needed to finally ask the question that had been burning in my mind all year, "Why can't a minor have an abortion without her parents' consent?"
The teacher read the question and matter of factly replied, "Well, because she's a minor."
Upon hearing her contrite answer, I was in shock. And enraged. For the first time in my life, I spoke up for what was right.
Breaking the exercise's code of anonymity, I asked "But WHY?!" To which several students in the class responded, "Because she's a MINOR."
I was really angry by now (I may have even stood up to face the class). I expressed my horror saying something like, "In this day and age, I can't believe you are all just accepting this. Do you mean to tell me that if I were a 40 year old black woman, I'd have to get my parents' consent for an abortion? That is not right!"
My teacher intercepted. "Teresa, do you know what a minor is? It's someone under 18."
"Oh, no, oops." I sunk into my chair to hide, realizing I'd been arguing another point entirely. I don't think I spoke up again for several years. The memory still stings and I'm more cautious now.
On top of this, I realized I'd wasted several years fuming (to myself) about how drinking establishments could get away with having signs posted, "No minors allowed."
There you have it, my big Litella.
See you soon!
1:11 PM
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