Apparently there was a time in the 1930s when being draped in a snowy-white cute-but-dead fox, complete with an intact head, was considered the epitome of high fashion. My daughters were relieved to hear that this distant trend wasn’t from some other back-in-the-day decade like the 1970s. Both decades are the “olden days” to them, but I’m almost positive they know that I wasn’t alive in the 30s.
This week Dave and I were talking about how ready we were for the first decade of this century to be over. I don’t know about you, but we don’t think it was quite the greatest we’ve ever experienced.
With a trace of hurt in their eyes, both daughters were quick to say they thought the zeros were great. As parents we had forgotten to note that the oughts (aughts?) were the first entire decade of their existence. I was quickly convinced that the OOs really rocked.
How do you think we ought to refer to the now past tense decade anyway? And I’m talking about aesthetics here. I don’t care about being technically correct anymore than I am concerned with fashionable correctness in the 1930s. If you are among those party poopers who say next decade doesn’t start until 2011, that’s fine with me.
The woman featured above with the entire fox around her neck was undoubtedly cold.
What I’m trying to say is I look forward to a new decade where people will lighten up. Not everything is relative, but I firmly believe this:
We shouldn’t judge others until we have walked around with their dead fox around our necks. I’m not just talking to you, PETA. This statement is profound, especially coming from a slightly hungover person.
Happy New Year! Bonne Annee! Behave, break bad or whatever the heck you need to do. Respect your gray areas and the gray areas of others. And be sure not to forget to eat your black eyed peas.