It's hot out here this week. Big time hot. Hot enough to cancel the softball games hot. Hot enough to cook dinner on the roof of the car hot. Hot enough to make you long for the days when "warming trend" meant temperatures with real square roots hot. Hot, hot, hot.
It is in weather like this that Lauren finds Injustice. She has never truly understood why it is that girls have to wear shirts and boys don't, and it bugs her. We tell her that she can do whatever she wants, especially around the house - she's six, after all - but that isn't good enough for her. She is on a mission. She has found Inequity and requires it to be vanquished in all its forms.
Good luck with that, we tell her.
Personally, I'm with her. I've never really understood the squeamishness with which Americans in general approach the human body, and I think we'd all be a lot better off if we rearranged some priorities. It is truly weird, for example, that we refuse to allow children to see nudity in movies until they're 17, but we're perfectly fine with letting them at age 13 watch people in those same movies get shot. Frankly, given my choice, I'd rather let people run around naked than have them shot. But that's just me.
So in the meantime we just stick to the air conditioning and rail against the injustices of the world together. It's a bonding experience, of sorts.