Co-worker Prime Number and I are in a race to the bottom with our same-age daughters, where we both let them watch fairly intense stuff with the shared understanding that it allows us to discuss real-world heavy shit with them before the real world gets its claws into them and fills their heads with nonsense.
He watches stuff with his daughters that I would not and vice-versa, but it sort of evens out. He selected Jaws last weekend.
I cannot get Lemurita to watch the Weeping Angels.
I would say something political but I am disgusted by the leftist NPR and conservative bitch-radio both. Conservative outfits can only bitch, not offer solutions. Liberal outfits can only deny reality.
Neither is blowing up my skirt.
Today, my liberal coworker, MaoMao (who carries a photo of Mao in his wallet) darkened my doorway, needing input for the packaging and shipping end of [The_Presure_Cooker_Project].
Being emphatic about the importance of my input, he says “I need attention.”
“Super-strong feminine side, eh, MaoMao?”
“No, just liberal.”
“Is there a difference?”