Need to reduce blood pressure
My sister called me yesterday and told me about the freaking BYU dumbheads who, when she went in to pick up her cap & gown for graduation, asked if she was picking it up for her husband!!! I completely lost my mind and began bellowing and sputtering in the manner of a wounded moose or rabid bull:
WHAAAAAAAAAATTTT?????
WRAAAAAOOOOOEEERRR!!!!
EEEEEUUURRRNNNGGGGHH!!
KILL EVERYOOOOONNE!!!
I---Just---Yeah. Some people should not be given speaking parts. Also, you would think that this young female who has been handing out caps and gowns all week to a graduating class of 49% females and 51% males should maybe realize that there could be another reason why a woman would come in to pick up a cap and gown. But then, maybe this girl thinks that all the graduating females actually earned their degrees for their husbands too. That or she hasn't fully recovered from the cranium-from-colon-removal surgery.
And now we're going to look at pretty pictures of English flowers, and possibly listen to some soothing classical music in order to calm down and remind ourselves that the world is not completely full of idiots. I know this because you and I and my sister, who worked her tail off to graduate and has my respect and admiration forever, are still in it.
All is not lost.
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So when I first started reading this I thought it was Cicada's blog for a second (just woke up), and I was like, "Wait a minute. Cicada doesn't HAVE a sister." And then I was like, "What the?" And then I saw the part about how Cicada wanted to kill everyone and I was yanked back into reality and recognized you. Silly.
Whew! Glad you got your bearings back, there. Because guess what? Not everything is about your precious BFF Cicada, okay???
So maybe the person handing out the cap & gown was an older lady from the June Cleaver Era and never got her degree. Or perhaps it was the type who went to school to find a husband and dropped out the second she got engaged. Clue in people!!! More women are getting degrees!! (thank goodness)
Unbelievable! I have no words.
Oh, I've got some words, none of which are safe for preschool toys.
I beg to differ. Everything is about me. But Daltongirl, I almost wanted to kill everyone when I read Savvymom's story, too. Or maybe it's because of finals, PMS, and no sleep. You decide.
"Oh, I've got some words, none of which are safe for preschool toys. "
I'm going to tear your fur off? :)
Holy cow!
I truly do want to think the best of the nice woman who handed out caps, gowns, and verbal snot. I really do. It's just hard.
Thanks for the happy flowers. Good to know that something's right in the world.
Great pictures. They helped a lot.
Also, perhaps the woman handing out caps and gowns had a lot of people who were getting their spouses caps and gowns so that is just the question they ask everyone? And maybe it was a snotty (but not completely brainless) comment that your sister didn't look dressed up enough to walk, so she must have been picking it up for someone else, the most likely person being a spouse? It was still a dumb question, but maybe it wasn't AS dumb...? :shrug:
For the love...
That's irritating.
But thank you for the flowers; that did help.
So I had another random boy incident--today I thought maybe I should start a blog about random boys. Maybe other people have these experiences, too and I just don't know them...
Oh no. It WAS a dumb question. A VERY DUMB question. There is no justifying something so stupid and offensive.
However, very very typical of BYU.
Hmmm . . . I think Jessica Benet wins the Peacemaker Prize for her very reasonable and benefit-of-the-doubt-giving explanation.
They're STILL dumbheads, but maybe they're not freakish dumbheads.
Unless they are.
I would have laughed and then said, 'oh, wait, you were serious? it was just such an ignorant question that it never occurred to me that you meant it'. And that's snarky, but to quote Groucho Marx: He may look like an idiot and talk like an idiot but don't let that fool you. He really is an idiot.
And that question was idiotic.
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