You’re right, Duke. A wealthy heart surgeon who saves a life is a hero, it’s very glamorous. But the half-literate woman who slaves away to support her handicapped child has two impediments–she’s got a non-glamorous, low-paying job, and her child fails the eugenics test. I suppose if she were rich, or the child a mutant super-genius, maybe then she’d be a hero.
Firemen might not be rich, but it’s exciting and adventurous, and they might save someone rich and deserving of rescue. Little known fact–if a firefighter finds a loser in a fire, they just leave them. Because they’re heroes, they’re not going to waste their wonderful selves on losers. Same with heart surgeons, actually. Why, I’ve never known a top rated surgeon to, say, spend some of their time visiting communities with little or no access to medical care and volunteering…they’re just too good for that. And even if they did, that wouldn’t be part of what makes them heroes.
Would it?
The more I think about it, the more I feel sympathy for Suspenderzzz. I mean, she’s beset by teachers deviously prying into her household arrangements. This happens to me all the time. Every time I see my daughter come home with any kind of work she did in school that day, I know it wasn’t the teacher trying to give her writing skills, or math, or reading. I know it was a sinister attempt to find out whether or not my family life conforms to the One True Family Template. Why, just the other day my daughter brought home a drawing of a cat, with the legend “I like cats.” This particular attempt was so sinister, so subtle, that I still can’t figure out what they were trying to do.
And then let’s talk about the marriage thing. I mean, how could we dopers be so unreasonable as to think that the boyfriend might have a right to his own opinion? Obviously, we should have advised that Suspenderzzz abduct him and start the de-programming immediately, because he just wasn’t Thinking Right. We were all so terribly blind and bourgeois to suggest that if her goals for the relationship didn’t match his, she should let the guy go. Why, that’s just the same thing as telling her she should get married. And didn’t we understand that it’s her convenience and happiness at stake?
And then imagine her beset by people who insist on mentioning that they do charity work, or even that they were surprised to find just how badly off some people are. Or actually mentioning that there’s crime! I mean, that’s just gauche.
And I’ve seen the light about staying at home with my kids. I’ve betrayed my feminist principles! I am going to go get a job immediately. Who cares if daycare costs more than my paycheck? The ever-deepening pit of debt will be worth it. And I won’t regret not having the time to write anywhere near as much–I don’t need to write my novel anyway, I’m not rich or glamorous enough for it to be worth reading. And since it’s not, you know, a job with an office and lots of money, it’s not worth doing. And when my family is on the streets because we couldn’t make the house payments, I’ll thank my foremothers for fighting so I could have that nervous breakdown while my kids wandered homeless.
Yeah.