I’ve had pets for as long as I can remember. At various points in my childhood, you would have found the following animals in our house or backyard: chickens, goats, pot-bellied pigs, rabbits, cats, kittens, ducks, bad-tempered geese, a pony, a Great Dane the size of a pony, and dogs–small dogs, medium-sized mutts, herding dogs, purebred dogs for sale. I am currently owned by two cats, who have mostly recovered from the many cross-country moves, subway rides, and cramped apartments to which I have subjected them. Although I would like to have a dog and a bunny, and possibly a baby deer, my mother tells me that my life is too unstable to introduce a creature that requires more than an occasional scoop of food and fresh litter (she has flatly refused to let me have one of her dogs, in fact*).
Archive for May, 2011
I reacted strangely to the news of Osama bin Laden’s death. I was not inspired to dance in the streets, but I was also not inspired to post quotes from Martin Luther King, Jr. on my Facebook page. While I don’t think that one man’s death is ever a cause for jubilation, I guess it’s impossible to have any kind of nuanced discussion about this in the American political climate. And maybe I would feel differently had I been personally affected by the attacks of 9/11/01.