After my week-long adventure with my father in Alabama, I am visiting my parents and sister in Oklahoma, in a place called Bartlesville. I have never lived there (I refused to move to America when my family moved there from Norway when I was about to begin my senior year at the International School in Stavanger) and I don’t think I surprise my friends or family when I say that I really don’t care much for the place. When I pass through to visit, I spend most of my time indoors with family or in the library, where these days I continue to work on a translation project and, during my breaks, annoy my sister, who works behind the reference desk. This weekend I leave for my two years of dissertation research in Korea, Taiwan, China, and Japan.
But in the meantime, what sort of place is this town of Bartlesville?
It is the kind of town where it is apparently necessary to place signs on many of the doors of office buildings and other businesses to indicate you don’t want people wandering in bearing firearms.
It is the kind of town where a novel in the local Mid-High school library may get banned for containing two lesbian characters, who, shock and horror, kiss. At least a few local librarians and other concerned community members are showing their opposition to the ban (including my sister) but we’ll see how things turn out. As one editorial by a concerned mother puts it in the local Bartlesville Examiner-Enterprise,
“How sad it is to me that people are outraged for a parent to try to protect her child from the message that ‘being homosexual is ok and acceptable.’ God’s word teaches us otherwise. What has happened to our nation in 400 years? We have gone from fearing God’s word to ridiculing it.”
Oh, what a travesty that a junior high school child might haplessly stumble upon a novel in their own Mid-High school library with two lesbian (though one was apparently “experimenting”—even more frightening!) characters. Who is responsible for installing that sort of smut? If only this book was removed then surely the children would be safe to walk the library aisles and bask in the grace of God’s law.
It is the kind of town where, as happened to me only a few hours ago, should your lunch at the Subway sandwich store amount to $6.66, you will be invited to buy a cookie, or at least accept a trivial $.01 “miscellaneous” charge so that the number of the Beast will not mark your purchase.
It is, as you can see, almost like another country.
The sandwich of the beast….
If they were really serious about your welfare, they could have discounted it by a penny, too.
Actually, Mid-High is technically high school, ninth and tenth grade.
Doh, thanks sis.
Could the cookie be a lesbian cookie? If so, I would gladly buy it! Then I would take the cookie outside and publicly kiss it. I would then write a novel about the experience and deposit it in the Mid-High library in order to lead more God-fearing souls astray.
I looked for you in Cambridge last week, but one of your advisers told me you were off and about…I guess I’ll run in to you sometime when you get back!
I’m sorry I missed you Rebecca! I’ll be back in Cambridge in two years!
Stumbled across your blog. Any blog that has comments about lesbian cookies is an awesome website! LOL
I recently visited Minneapolis last week and Fortune 500 companies out there also have signs that firearms are banned from the building. The midwest is weird…..not that NYC is all that normal.