I went to the dentist early this morning which is just about at the top of the list of my least favourite things to do. But I got some great news which is that due to daily flossing my periodontal disease is on the mend and he said my teeth are looking great.
The only problem I have with this particular dentist is the hygienists (the other ones do it too) put the chair down at almost a 45 degree angle so I’m gripping on to the sides of the chair for dear life (no arm rests) because I’m pretty sure I’d go sliding off head first if I didn’t keep a good grip. It makes an already uncomfortable situation even more uncomfortable.
Then I asked the dude about whitening my teeth because that little kid’s comment about my chompers still knocks about in my head. And his response was, “What? Why? Your teeth look white. As we get older they’re not going to be completely white but yours look really good.”
Take that little three-year-old bully who called me out. I will take the word of a dental hygienist over a three-year-old any day.
So my dental visit actually but me in a great mood today. Yay!
The particular room I was in today had a TV hung up flat on the ceiling which was a bit strange. It seemed slightly pointless to me since 1) the hygienist’s head was constantly blocking it and 2) the whirring of his torture devices and the gushing of that little water hose made it impossible to hear anything anyway. But it was a nice thought, I suppose. Although I kept thinking, “I hope that thing is screwed in there well” since it was situated directly over my head. And in New Zealand you can’t sue if you’re caused personal injury so it’s not like I’d be getting a big payday if some freak accident did occur.
They do have ACC (Accident Compensation Corporation) coverage if something were to happen, but that means you get covered for medical costs, lost wages, and maybe a little bit of payment compensation if appropriate. There are no million dollar payouts here.
With Christmas coming up, the preschool is preparing a Christmas party for the wee-uns and their families. All of the teachers had to submit a Christmas carol for the children to learn. I chose “Feliz Navidad” which is the crowd favourite. *pats self on back* I get a kick out of everybody singing in Spanish. They really and truly mangle the words, including the teachers, but it’s a fun song and they’re doing their best.
The director of the school wants the four-year-olds to do a play, something simple with short lines they can memorize. English is a second language for the majority of the teachers at the school so I’m always the go-to gal when it comes to writing stuff. I was asked to write a short little play about Christmas. I told the other teachers that I’d just do something along the lines of one family not having any money for gifts or holiday food and another family finding out and sharing their stuff with them. Cheesy but easy and to the point, right?
So yesterday the director came to the teachers in my room and sat us down and said, “I want to do a play about the Baby Jesus. I’d like to have Mary and Joseph walking, find the inn, and then the Baby Jesus is in the manger and there are three wise men and fairies.”
Fairies??! This was going to be an interesting interpretation of the Nativity.
But then she kept talking and said, “We can buy the big beautiful white wings and put them on the children. It will be very cute.” And I realized it was a translation error and she meant angels. Makes a bit more sense.
Then she asked me, “Leah, will you please write that?”
And I took a deep breath and said, “No. I’m sorry. I’m not comfortable writing a religious play. I will happily write something else. But I just am not comfortable writing about the Baby Jesus.”
Luckily she accepted that with perfect equanimity. Strange to me that they wanted to do it in the first place. I don’t have anything against religion, believe what you want and I will believe what I want, but I don’t believe it has a place in schools. And I’m glad I had the guts to say something about it or be writing a play about the Baby Jesus and fairies.
Anyway, moving away from that inflammatory subject…..
Most of the women I work with are from India. And the other day one of the women was telling me about how Arab sheiks, who already have many wives, will often go to India, find a “matchmaker” who finds a very poor family with an attractive daughter, and they offer a proposal of marriage and payment to the family. The marriage takes place and then after a few weeks, the sheik will ditch his bride. In India it is possible to divorce a woman verbally by simply saying “Talaq. Talaq. Talaq”. which means, “divorce” in Arabic. That’s it. Marriage over. But, no surprise here, it can only be done by men. It is also perfectly acceptable to e-mail or text the message as well as mail a letter. If she has one, it can even be posted on the woman’s Facebook page. Crazy, no? And this is why so many rich Arabs go to India, because once they get bored of their new wife the divorce literally takes seconds. And then the woman is considered soiled and is pretty much screwed for life. The sad thing is, apparently a lot of the women turn around and become “matchmakers” because they’ll never marry and they’ve suddenly been introduced to a way to make money.
On an uplifting note, after being told this story by my co-worker, I went home and researched it to verify and found out that as of August 2017, India’s Supreme Court blocked the “triple talaq”. The campaign to ban “triple talaq” was headed by a woman whose husband divorced her via text message after almost twenty years of marriage. Jerk.
So congratulations, women of India, a small but significant step forward for you.
Changing the subject entirely, last night while messaging with Tom he wrote, “50 Shades of Grey” is on Netflix, which I found highly amusing that he even noticed. I bet he’ll watch it and never EVER tell me. So I wrote back that “50 Shades of Grey” is, in my opinion, a crap movie and I couldn’t get through it. I told him I also tried to read the book but thought it was trash. I’m sorry if anybody reading this enjoyed it, this is only my opinion and not a statement of fact by any means…but I digress. Tom wrote back that I have high standards for books since I read so much which I found hilarious since I absolutely love reading books series(s) (how do you pluralize that word?!?) about women who are werewolves and witches or some other fantastical being and I am currently reading a book where the main character operates a brothel in some distant world where some of her workers are fairies who glamour their clients and there are demon prostitutes who conduct S&M in the basement. To be fair, the brothel is only the setting, and the plot of the book doesn’t focus on it or anything, but still……my standards are not that high.
I’m also reading a book called “Always Running” which is a dude’s memoir about his time with an ultra-violent gang in East L.A. in the 80’s. No magical creatures there. But if I’m being perfectly honest, I only read the book once in a blue moon and it’s mainly so if someone ever asks me I don’t have to tell them I’m reading a book about fairy prostitutes.
Nativity fairies, prostitute fairies……they’re a versatile species.
Have a good day, y’all.