Occasionally when I come across a story about contemporary female life in former Christendom in which the heroine's stupidity can barely be comprehended, I will post it here. This way, no matter how mad we get at men, we will have lots to remind us of how women can be equally venal and moronic and, paradoxically, cheer us up.
First, the Dwarf-hiring Baby Mama.
I described what North American bridal showers were like to a British couple last night. You know--the laundry basket-lid (or pot-lid) hat with the bows, the little sandwiches, the games like pass the parcel.... They had never heard of such goings on.
Since I'm on the subject, B.A. called home to report that during the stag weekend the boys ate fish and chips and talked until 2 AM on Friday, and in the morning they shot ancient muskets and then toured a brewery. Then they had an Indian supper, and were (when he called) making a round of pubs. This morning's plan was that all the Catholics would go to Mass.
Naturally nobody would invite me to a British-style "hen night" because I would be a total wet blanket. Still, I bet I could organize a great hen week:
"Let's all fly to Kraków!"
"And look at a lot of ART!"
And I would assign everyone a nice 1812 costume. We could have a Jane Austen hen weekend, traipsing around Polish museums dressed like Jane, Elizabeth, Lydia, Charlotte ("How come I have to be Charlotte?"), Mary and Kitty. And then we could go to Mass.