I never feel quite so much like a minority as when I’m shopping at Whole Foods or some other “crunchy munchy” place. The feeling begins in the parking lot, as we maneuver around all the Volvos and hybrids to find a slot. And it continues through the checkout, where we’re bombarded with magazines featuring cover photos of the Dalai Lama (but, as I told Mrs Yeoman Farmer, those magazines sure beat Cosmopolitan and the National Enquirer.) Even the bulletin board near the restrooms is covered with ads promoting “transcendental meditation,” yoga, and so forth.
Struggling to come up with an analogy, I suggested to MYF that “this must be how liberals feel when they browse through a gun shop.”
MYF replied, “Except liberals don’t own guns.”
Oh, yes they do, I explained. (And not just Carl Rowan.) In fact, I’d hazzard a guess that as many liberals own guns as conservatives shop at Whole Foods.
Anyway, MYF has been concerned about our kids reading some of the more outlandish bumper stickers displayed on cars in the Whole Foods parking lot, so she’s asked the kids not to look at any of them. This led to the following exchange recently between eleven year old Homeschooled Farm Boy (HFB) and eight year old Homeschooled Farm Girl (HFG):
HFB: Remember, we’re not supposed to read the bumper stickers.
HFG: Why not? What’s so bad about them?
HFB (matter-of-factly): Because the people here are wacked. [PARENTS: note that children are listening closely and will mimick the words you choose].
HFG: But why?
HFB (authoratitively, in his most adult tone): Because this is Ann Arbor.