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My friend Donna D. owned the Parkview Pet Store on Clark in Chicago (I think it’s frozen yogurt now, nowhere near as much fun), and every year she had a pet costume contest. I was a judge once. All the costumes were terrific, so we gave everyone an award, like: “Best dog dressed as Vincent Van Gogh.” He had a blood stained T-shirt (paint), and his ear was bandaged. My favorite was a horse that came as a Checker Cab. The side of the store faced a tiny street and had a big sidewalk. Donna set up a platform and the animals went up one at a time, led by their owners. It was an exhausting job being a judge because every pet had to have a special name made up on the spot. The animal would appear and we would rush into the office for the secret judging. They all got treats too.
I remember that the pet contest was responsible for our friendship (Donna and me). After the contest we went to a friend’s house for dinner and somone attacked Donna, insisting that the animals were shamed by being costumed. (In particular, the large dog who came dressed as a bride.) I don’t believe I had a well reasoned argument against this idea. I may have just said, “You’re an idiot.”
I was told about Scott Stantis’s abuse and his appearance on Chicago Tonight separately by two different women. At the time I thought his name sounded familiar and I wondered how the cartoonist that wrote Prickly City, a decidedly conservative comic strip could be the same person who talked so movingly about abuse toward children. I have a theory, not of course based on scientific research or any kind of research, that men of a conservative bent can only feel empathy for others if they have a personal experience to guide their change of heart. Probably this goes for women too, but I don’t have any examples.
Here’s my example: Dick Cheney. Dick Cheney has a lesbian daughter who is married and has a child. Dick Cheney has accepted his daughter’s choice, although recently when his other daughter was running for office and was negative about same sex marriage, he sided with that daughter. I have no idea of the outcome except that she didn’t complete her run for office.
My dear badgirls (men and women), you will have opinions on this. I await them!
I visited my local library. I was in desperate straits. I couldn’t find the book I was looking for. I came without my usual mental list of authors. Ohmygod! I am looking through the DVDs, and I have seen everything! I see a librarian I know. “I can’t find anything,” I whine
(has this happened to you, Roz?). And she says, “I found this documentary on Madagascar fascinating.” So I watched it the next morning. This is my new life’s work. Madagascar has more lemurs than you can imagine, the smallest chameleons in the world, and the weirdest trees: Boabab. I wonder if one can actually visit Madagascar? If so, does any want to go with me?