Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Overheard today in the shopping-centre carpark, a fragment of an exchange between the youngish parents of two little girls:
HIM: ... but why do you have to bring everybody else down with you?
HER: Why not? If I'm down, why shouldn't everybody else be down too?
He had no answer to this. He merely looked hang-dog and got on with wheeling the trolley. The power she had over him was not pretty-girl power, for she was not a pretty girl, but you could see it was one of those relationships in which, for some mad reason, the bloke somehow courts and welcomes being emotionally controlled by some soi-disant princess and her bitch-from-hell ways. Think Brett in Kath and Kim. There's a profound psychological truth to that marriage.
In the supermarket, on a whim, I had bought some trash mags, entertained as I perennially am by the letters to 'psychics'. ("My mother died in 1976. Is she all right?") One of this week's letters begins like this:
'My eldest daughter is driving me crazy. She will be 18 soon and we fight all the time about her career choice.'
You do say what? Just exactly who is driving whom crazy in this scenario? Back off, mama. Back off and mind your beeswax.