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rmFor a day that can be said to have started with the Evangelical Children's Parade and ended with Neo-Nazis, it was a far more pleasant day than one would expect. That said, the world has been completely weird for a week and the usually chill anti-war tone of Union Square today was disrupted by, among other things, a small group of anti-war neo-nazi dudes arguing with a black guy until they all eventually decided they hated Jews the most and became friends.
I was sitting very close by and writing a letter to Patty (as her second letter to me arrived today!) and whenever they would Mention the Jews they would raise their voices much more loudly and stare at me. They called me a spy. And apparently all Jews are rich, gay and members of the upper class. I had to laugh at myself for having that internal moment of "class and wealth are not the same things, ASSHOLES." But really, that's a petty gripe in the scheme of the rest of it, but I couldn't really let myself even engage the anti-semitism and so forth mentally, lest I attempt discourse with these folks.
Then, and this is where it gets even more absurd, they start ranting about women. Staring, staring at me again. One man is doing all the speaking on this point. From him we learn that there is only ever one good professional female tennis player at a time, so of course they don't deserve equal prize money and that women can't demand equal pay for equal work because they are incapable of doing equal work -- they have niether the minds nor the bodies for it, and even if they did they're all a bunch of whores in sundresses who are not suffering like men in their jackets and ties in the dead of summer anyway.
I wrote to Patty and smirked, because here I had a thousand secrets -- my swords and my dance and my suits, card playing, epistolary habits and the like. I've even shot guns. Certainly, I know more about the gentlemanly arts than any of them, and certainly I damn well know how to behave like one better than any of them from their bigotry to their raised voices with poor grammar to their terrible fashion sense. So while part of me was enraged from the moment I sat down, part of me was trying not to laugh at my new identiy as the Female Jewish Crossdressing Gentlemanly Spy.
People with certitude, sometimes even or especially the ugliest of certitude, fascinate me.
I was sitting very close by and writing a letter to Patty (as her second letter to me arrived today!) and whenever they would Mention the Jews they would raise their voices much more loudly and stare at me. They called me a spy. And apparently all Jews are rich, gay and members of the upper class. I had to laugh at myself for having that internal moment of "class and wealth are not the same things, ASSHOLES." But really, that's a petty gripe in the scheme of the rest of it, but I couldn't really let myself even engage the anti-semitism and so forth mentally, lest I attempt discourse with these folks.
Then, and this is where it gets even more absurd, they start ranting about women. Staring, staring at me again. One man is doing all the speaking on this point. From him we learn that there is only ever one good professional female tennis player at a time, so of course they don't deserve equal prize money and that women can't demand equal pay for equal work because they are incapable of doing equal work -- they have niether the minds nor the bodies for it, and even if they did they're all a bunch of whores in sundresses who are not suffering like men in their jackets and ties in the dead of summer anyway.
I wrote to Patty and smirked, because here I had a thousand secrets -- my swords and my dance and my suits, card playing, epistolary habits and the like. I've even shot guns. Certainly, I know more about the gentlemanly arts than any of them, and certainly I damn well know how to behave like one better than any of them from their bigotry to their raised voices with poor grammar to their terrible fashion sense. So while part of me was enraged from the moment I sat down, part of me was trying not to laugh at my new identiy as the Female Jewish Crossdressing Gentlemanly Spy.
People with certitude, sometimes even or especially the ugliest of certitude, fascinate me.
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Date: 2007-06-17 05:48 am (UTC)Question : Do you have any info concernnig the exchange of weapons as gifts between two gentlemen? Symbolisim? Process, procedure , meaning ?