American Bohra

It has been adamantly decreed that McDonald's fries are the best, though one young girl shyly told me that she had never been to Wendy's. I don't know what I loved about the young generation of the Bohra girls I sat with yesterday. Do all their jokes and riddles remind me of my childhood? I know I loved their southern twang. Somehow I feel like the younger ones are more American. But they are also more Bohra.

The playground

The playground is an idyllic world of innocence, friendship, solidarity, without prejudice or regard for race or religion. (Mostly.) Everyone has one goal--to have fun.I guess we all love children because they are short and cute. But I guess the reason we really love them is because they can portray the goodness that mankind is capable of.

Hierarchies

I am at odds with hierarchies. I always wish for everyone to be equal, for everything to be fair, for the right thing to be done. Within a hierachy everyone is not equal, though I suppose things can be fair and the right thing can be done. I do respect hierarchies. And I do believe them necessary and needed. Hierarchies allow for harmony and flawless execution. They allow for knowlege to be spread, jobs done. In the end I guess there is no such thing as equality. Someone is always first and someone is always last. But I can't help but wish we could all be side by side.

City by the Bay

So different from Texas. Born there but got here as fast as I could. Lush, hilly, full of small mom and pop restaurants, as opposed to our vast flatness. Two things that occurred seem stereotypical of the city.

1 am with loud man yelling "let me in this is brokeback mountain," and random wail from the street. Where was the play "Rent" set again?

Second, the liberal female taxi driver who told me about City of Lights bookstore and stated that wearing a veil makes me an object. Why? Because I don't fit in? Or because I acknowlege that I am a woman? Does that make one an object? I find it funny that liberals are so open-minded that they cannot possibly be open-minded. Is there no such thing as moderation? I walked over to City of Lights on the day I was leaving in hopes of finding the book "Feast of Roses." The bookstore did not have the book. The cashier recommended a book. Of course it was about oppression and the Vietnam War. One thing is for certain, in my "old age," I know exactly what I want and why I want it (Not that anyone could guess that when I have a menu in front of me at a restaurant). No danger of being a liberal here.

Oh, I said two things, but there was one more stereotypical thing that happened. A Church of Scientology guy tried to convert me. He was very dissatisfied with my answer that currently I am not troubled with anything in life. That's not to say life is not a struggle. But indeed the universe unfurls as it should and my goals are concrete. How to explain a lifetime of beliefs in 30 seconds or less? I guess having a belief or a solid opinion precludes one from being a liberal. Thank goodness I live in Texas where everyone wears their WWJD charms and my soul is mine "to condemn" as I see fit. :)