I was at the beach recently with some family and I was dismayed.
The hordes are upon the beach and it was not pretty. For every rare 8+ there were hundreds of the fat, tattooed and bloated.
Women are tattooed more than the men.
They are fatter too.
Of the few attractive women I saw, the men with them were being led and not leading.
I drove back from the beach with my sister.
We were talking about the Star Trek movie from last year and the casting.
My sister starts going through the actors and whether they were good in the part or not (she didn’t like Uhura) and it comes to the actor that played Scotty.
“He may not have looked like the old Scotty, but I still like the actor.” I say.
“Yeah, he’s good.” My sister says.
“You see him in his other movies?”
“Yep.”
“Hot Fuzz, Shaun of the Dead, I can’t remember the other one but it had Megan Fox in it, you see that one?” I ask.
“No, I didn’t see any of those, but he was in The Lord of the Rings.”
“Wha-? No he wasn’t.”
“Yes he was. He was in all three movies.” My sister responds.
“I don’t remember that. What did he play?”
“I think he was Eowyn’s brother.”
“Then he wasn’t in all three movies. Eowyn’s brother was dead in the second movie.”
“Well, he was one of the Rohan. I’m probably confused about what part he played but he was in the movies.”
“No he wasn’t.” I respond.
“Yes he was. Want to bet?”
“Fine.”
We get back over to parents and my sister checks the computer and pulls up the movie listing and low and behold Simon Pigg was not in the Lord of the Rings. I can see the hamster turning inside her head.
“I told you that the actor that played Scotty was not in The Lord of the Rings.”
My sister is scanning the actor list quickly.
“Ah-ha! I was right, you were wrong McCoy was in The Lord of the Rings.”
“We were talking about Scotty.”
“I meant the guy that played McCoy.”
“We weren’t talking about McCoy and you never said McCoy.”
“I said we were probably confused.”
“No, you said you were probably confused and about the role he played in the Lord of the Rings. You were wrong. I won the bet.”
“No. I did.”
“Was Simon Pigg in the Lord of the Rings, yes or no?”
“I didn’t mean-”
“Yes or no?”
“That’s . . .”
“-the question, yes or no?”
At which point my parents come to my sisters defense, because my sister can do no wrong. I acknowledge the argument is petty, but my parents have never pushed my sister into admitting that she was wrong about anything, even when it was clear that she was. They wanted her to be “strong and independent” and yet I remember often being told to apologize for things that I did or said, even though I was in the right.
There was a strong double standard.
They have encouraged my sister to become the fine upstanding argumentative and inflexible woman that she is and a cat woman.
