I’ve begun recently to add a few bits o’ trivia about myself, and “Mary” wants to know why. Fair enough. So . . . I don’t know personally most of the people who read this blog, and they only know me through what I write. It would be easy for them to conclude that I’m diligently trudging through life obsessed with Christ Church, Doug Wilson, and patriarchy, allowing for no joy, amusement, or even eccentricities, much less other interests. That would make me terrifically one-dimensional. I’m not. Being multi-faceted in my interests gives me credibility as a real, live, normal human being when I write about the Kirk — not a single-minded recluse sniffing about for every wind of bad behavior from Anselm House. That there’s a fairly consistent stream of noxious practice and preaching wafting from Wilson’s office doesn’t mean that I’m unable to stop and smell the roses across the street.
“Mary” may be bored, but I do appreciate her question. I hope she won’t be offended if I mention that while I got kicked out of Brownie Scouts when I was 7 for wearing shorts and not the official B.S. skirt, as well as for being a tad mouthy, I turned my life around enough to be named my high school graduating class’ featured speaker (1978). The sky-blue suede platform espadrilles I wore were just as fabulous as you’re imagining, complementing well the welding goggles-sized frames I wore, a stunning melange of thick plastic, gold accents, and blue and yellow swirls.
Why, yes, in fact — I WAS “all that . . .”