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Reformed Tomboy
July 27, 2003, 5:53 p.m. Uni goes back tomorrow . . . surprisingly enough, I’m looking forward to it. No, I mean it. I had a horror of a semester last time, but after a month off, I’m ready to give it another go. I didn’t think I would, ever again, I was so sick of it. But this time . . . well, my results weren’t as bad as I expected, and there are no clashes and plenty of breaks. I hope this semester goes a hell of a lot better. I think it will. Went into Chinatown for lunch with my Dad today. You would not believe how many times I saw families with small children, where the parents were using chopsticks to eat their dishes, while the kids were picking at meals bought from McDonald’s or Hungry Jack’s. That is such a cop out. I mean, come on – why don’t you give your kids something healthy, for a start, and more interesting to eat? This is the best time, when they don’t know that what they’re eating is ‘weird’. Plus, it’s much easier to learn to use chopsticks when you’re young than when you’re older. I reckon one of the best things my parents did was start me eating (and liking) sashimi before I knew that it was raw fish, and therefore ‘icky’. I wonder how I would have turned out differently if my parents had had a son at some point. I get the feeling my dad would have done all the boy-type stuff he did with my sister and I (mucking about in the shed, forcing us to go swimming at the beach, encouraging us to run rampant in parks) with his son, and so we would have turned out much more girly. I’m pretty girly now, but I was a total tomboy when I was a kid. I think that was a good experience for me to have, because I know I can get my hands dirty if the need arises (although, you wouldn’t think it to look at or talk with me).
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