The old man had no idea who this Siegel was. Had only recently learned that James Tiptree Jr was a woman named Alice. He was still adapting to Ms. Jenner. And wondering why nobody has yet spoken up for guys who don’t want women using the men’s room. Think about it. All those female school teachers having sex with fourteen-year-olds could just march up into any boys’ room and whip out a whizzinator. Luckily, this hasn’t reached the United States Supreme Court. Where cultural intelligence goes to die. An indecisive 4-4.
Stupidity – like wisdom – is genderless. Doesn’t matter what toilet you use. Although the old man knew for a fact the ladies’ lavatories are usually much nicer.
“Her stories showed that, for the individual, the most significant thing is passionate experience, the intensity of certain moments, good and bad, when she is most truly alive.” The sentence flowed like a sidewinding rattler. The old man read the sentence over and again.
He loved the rhythm with the life lessons.
For the individual,
the most significant thing
is passionate experience,
the intensity of certain moments,
good and bad,
when she is most truly alive.
After a while, the old man decided there was too much left, too much to weigh, too much to dissect, too much unsaid to think about it any more.
A lunch of left-over General Tso’s chicken and a cold Foster’s would be his next passionate experience.