Extremes

Last weekend we were in Lakeland, Florida watching a documentary about empowering women.  This week, we were in Sunset Beach, NC., watching the Super Bowl and the half time show.  

What an exercise in extremes.  Last weekend the message to young women was, "be strong, be independent, be your best and be proud."  The Super Bowl half time message was, "twerk your ass, be lewd with your tongue, show your butt cheeks and climb a stripper pole (with  no hands.)  And if you do all of that, you'll make a lot of money."  

No wonder young girls get confused about careers.  

I enjoyed the Super Bowl.  At last a game that wasn't a close call or slow moving.  I also enjoyed a small part of the half time show.  I loved the beat of the music, the fireworks, J Lo's daughter singing (although, at 11, should she have been on stage with her mother when her mother was showing her ass,) and I enjoyed all of the energy put forth by the dancers.  You have to be in great shape to keep up the pace that they did.   I just didn't think the movements and dress were very classy.  It was trashy.  

I'm afraid I'm starting to sound like all of our mothers used to when they lectured us on appropriate behavior.  I love to dance and in years gone by, I could shake my "bootie" with the best of them--but I can't remember a time when just my ass rotated up, down, left and right to the sound and metric of a drum at high speed while the skimpy fringe of my skirt jumped up and down.  OK, I'm old and I admit it. 

We stayed in Sunset Beach with Donna and Bob to watch the game and the next day went to the beach.  It was such a pretty day.  The temperature was in the mid-60's, but by the water was a bit colder.  The sound of the ocean waves hitting the beach was like a lullaby of white noise and the sky had wispy clouds that changed shapes when the wind blew.  I saw a cloud go from a human skull to a pirate's sword and then onto thin ribbons.  

Bob loves to tease the sea gulls so he brought bread with him.  At one point, we had more than 50 birds waiting for him to throw some food.   Was it just an accident that he kept throwing the food up in the air in the direction that Donna was sitting?  As the birds hovered in the air, we could see their clean white bodies and their webbed feet tucked up against their tails.  We were all on "bird poop watch," but lucked out and came away clean.  

Tomorrow is golf for the guys and a trip downtown for the women, after we get our pedicures!  We always have such fun with Donna and Bob.  

Check out our bird adventure: Incoming!!