Hello Kitty And Drunk Dialing
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I had an aunt who used to store her booze in the pantry off her kitchen where she lined up her household detergents.
She was tall, lithe, and impeccably dressed and very religious and strict but would swoop into a room like Loretta Young at the beginning of a party at her house but by the time the evening was mid-point, she’d be emerging from the kitchen wearing rubber gloves and her kitty on her head. She was never observed drinking in public.
When she was older and a widow, she had a companion whose nickname was “Pet”, and they went to church and came home and pretty much drank the rest of the day. They used to ruminate about the past, fight once more battles long settled, and pretty much feel the righteousness of a muddled mind, lurching from one dictum to another.
I’m thinking of auntie today because I read in the paper that Clarence Thomas’s wife had left a voice message on Professor Hill’s office phone at Brandeis University, about 15 miles from me.
Apparently, her message was suggesting Professor Hill apologize for her testimony to the Senate Judicial Committee when Clarence Thomas was being confirmed.
She has confirmed leaving the message through her publicist (she’ll be needing several more after this) but said it was some sort of offering of an olive branch to Professor Hill.
This isn’t sizing up as an olive branch to me. What about you?
My guess is pure mathematics: Self-Righteousness+ Spirits +Cellphone = Drunk Dial!
If auntie had lived in the age of cell phones she’d have needed Don Draper from “Mad Men” to grass over the bloody battlefields caused by her unsolicited gifts of olive branches.
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