The witch is the mean person in any story. She could be 16 or 60, male or female, fat or skinny, rich or poor, but she's always mean. These stories are tailored to accommodate the stereotypical "old hag female witch" in the starring role. In reality, like I said, she could be 16 or 60, male or female, fat or skinny, rich or poor, but she's always mean.
Saturday, April 27, 2013
IT'S NOT THAT YOU ARE COMPARING APPLES AND ORANGES
The witch understands that a mind that is decisive is powerful.
That which is powerful she cannot control.
Every day she sends her husband to the grocery store to buy veggies and fruits for the day.
All he likes to eat is meat.
The meat she buys all by herself.
She never takes her cellphone to the meat market.
She is vegan.
When her husband is at the grocery store she calls him 3-5 times in the 20 minutes he is there and asks him what he is buying.
If it is red apples he's looking at she tells him,"You stupid old fool, don't you remember the last time you bought red apples I found a worm in one. You know how I hate to hurt animals. Buy the green ones."
He says, befuddled by the anecdotal evidence, "Yes dear."
If it is the green ones that are fresh she says,"You old hag, the green ones always have bruises on them. You know how I hate to offer God damaged goods. Buy the red ones."
He says, obfuscated by the anecdotal evidence, "Yes dear."
He might be fifty, with a PhD, an impressive mortgage on his home, many stamps on his passport, 5 children who all went to ivy league schools, but he can't make simple decisions any more.
- SDG
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