Seeing as how I’ve been telling these sordid tales of my past to The Wife as of late, I suppose I can share them with you all now too.
I’ve been following the case of the arson at the UW Forestry building more closely than would be noticed here at RNS. Looking at names, mostly.
You see, back in the pre-posting at RNS I was barely politically minded. I was “busy” with other stuff. Work, cars, and wimmin’-folk. I could care less what the girl’s “issues” were, provided that the annoyance factor of said issues didn’t outweigh their physical attributes.
At around 20 years of age, I had started dating what my friend Robert had labeled as “ASB’s” (Art School Bitches). An ASB could be defined as: Well-enough off parentally that you weren’t being asked to pay their bills, Feminist enough that you weren’t paying for movies, meals, etc., on dates, Good looking enough that your buddies were jealous, No stigma on sneaking you into the women’s only dorm after the RA had went to bed, And 99% of the time are very liberal and/or activist minded on one issue or another, though if you catch them early, you are not required to attend to the issue yourself because, and most importantly, they didn’t mind being “Ms. Right Now”.
I’m not going to name names here (this is a confessional, not kiss and tell), but I’ve run across the names of at least three former acquaintances of the female persuasion in the news stories about eco-terrorism in just the last couple years. None of the convicts, but the “friends of the accused” who get quoted about “what a nice person the accused was/is”, etc., this latest case being one of them. The other being a biologist testifying on behalf of the salmon in the Klamath Water Wars a few years back.
When I pointed this latest one out to The Wife, to my benefit, she was non-plussed. She knows she has no worries in that department. She didn’t even ask why in the hell I would go out with “someone like that”. Instead, she turned it around and asked why “someone like that” would go out with me.
I had to remind her about who, what and how I was before we hooked up, though she knows a goodly number of the stories already.
She jokingly pretended not to believe it and cracked that I was an ELF-mole inside the Vast Right Wing Conspiracy. Hoping to get get the last word, I replied that that wasn’t true, that (name redacted) simply liked the sustainable growth in my pants.
As usual, wife came back with a kicker: “Oh, then her and I DO have something in common.”
Damn sassy-lipped wimmin’-folk.