Monday, March 1, 2010
In a few weeks, I'll be hanging with 150 Brownies and Girl Scouts at the annual Camporee. The theme this year is a bit more up my alley than last year's theme. Last year? Fantasyland. And not any type of fantasy that includes, you know, blindfolds or silk sashes or mink-lined handcuffs.
Oh, what? Sorry?
Last year, it was all fairy tales and such. You know, a subject young girls -- even we burly ones who like the outdoors and Scouting -- totally get off on. This year? This year?
I can hardly say it without rawring with laughter.
As in, you can't keep a ho down.
Because, really, I am right about at the same mental age as Daughter. Only I'm a boy. A 12-year-old boy. Who watches too much "Family Guy" and Jeff Dunham.
We had a meeting last night. I won't focus on the fact that it was supposed to be from 6 p.m. to 7 p.m. but that the people leading the meeting got confused and planned to have it go from 6:30 to 7:30.
No, I'll leave that alone.
But I will ask you this: why in the world would they have a strict rule that there can never be just one adult staying in the same room as the girls? And when I say "adult," I mean, of course, "woman."
It's the f#$kin' Girl Scouts, folks. Since when did we start worrying about an adult female staying in a room with six or eight or 10 girls between the ages of 7 and 12? I mean, I can see it if I were, in fact, actually a 12-year-old boy rather than a near-50-year-old-mother-of-three with the mind of a 12-year-old boy.
Somebody, please, defend this stance. 'Cause I'm beyond flabbergasted by it.
[Photo courtesy msnbc.com.]
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