Good evening, 919 Gang. I suppose we
all have some pet peeves. One of my biggies is the “television” set in the gas
pump. Often it will say something like, “Here’s your local news.” First off, I
know news, and that’s not it. Second, I know Ramona, and you’re not local. I
resent being trapped into listening to this stuff while I pump gas. So, why don’t
I go to a different station? This one sells regular at $3.39 a gallon. Much
cheaper than anyone else in town. I guess you’re right – I’m selling out to
this stupid machine.
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REBER: Last
night Welton Jones share a warning the older folks gave kids in Texas.
MIRIAM
RAFTERY
writes:
I used to hear that same poem about coral
snakes from my Texas relatives. Glad we don’t have them here.
Did you know we have a beautiful
pinkish-red snake called red racer? It’s also called a coachwhip. Here is a
photo one of our readers in Lakeside’s El Monte Valley sent in:
They are very fast-moving snakes, aggressive
and climb trees. Fortunately they are not poisonous – and they eat
rattlesnakes. Though I’m not sure I’d want to have one drop down on me from a
treetop, as has been known to happen.
There are many interesting myths about
them. One is that they will chase people and beat them to death with the tail.
Another is that they will suck the milk from cows. My favorite is that they
could be the origin of the Hoop Snake legend, supposedly a snake that can grab
its tail with its mouth to form a circular shape and roll along to chase its
prey.
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DAVID
FARMER writes:
American history would have looked and
sounded very different if the Battle of the Pronouns had been raging when our
country was founded. For example: "On the
eighteenth of April in Seventy-five hardly a man is now alive who remembers that famous day and year [of the
midnight ride of Paul Revere]."
See? Longfellow didn't care if a woman
remembered Paul's ride. She was only expected to appreciate his silverware.
Another example from the same
period: Minutemen were called on to abandon their plows at a moment's
notice to shoot
Redcoats. Minutewomen could stay in their kitchens,
baking shoo-fly pies. The Minuteman missile dates to the 1950s. (Women
were too smart to lend their gender to something that was designed to shoot out
of the ground, hit a target, and explode.)
More recently, as you've no doubt heard,
Berkeley, Calif., is rewriting its official documents to eliminate
gender-specific nouns and pronouns. The ultra-liberal city will presumably no
longer be referring to manpower, manholes, man-made, "men working in
trees," etc. That last phrase, along with "flagman ahead" and
"fireman" have already gone the way of dodos and most bison in even
non-liberal locales.
I haven't checked the Berkeley municipal
website, but I assume the new words will be, like, personpower, personholes,
person-made, etc. I doubt that they will say humanholes, because there's a man
in that word.
Personally, I'm still bothered by some of
the verbal contortions spawned by this movement. You'll read something like,
"The driver turned on their lights." That's just plain ugly.
There must be a better way.
One word that's been around for many years
could work in this context. "(S)he" covers both genders. Oops. There
are no longer just two genders. People can now be non-binary if they feel like
it. And I thought that was a math term.
Ira Gershwin forecast this situation in
1931 when he wrote about "all the sexes from Maine to Texas." Now,
different states allow people to define their own genders or orientation:
LGBTQ. But there are probably some states in the Deep South that are still resisting.
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