I went into the Cincinnati, Ohio VA (Veterans Administration) hospital Friday for my Covid Booster. Normally when I go there I receive a mixed gender reaction. By mixed I mean, I can be called everything from she to being stared at and laughed at. Keep in mind, their clientele at the center includes a large rural Trumper area, so we aren’t dealing with some of the most advanced people in the world.
The staff itself was very much neutral with me. Being careful to call me by name once I signed up for the booster. Ironically it was Christmas time at the VA with people passing out free bags of fruit and coffee.
Since this was my third covid shot, I knew a little of what to expect. Or so I thought. I sailed through the
first day with no real effects, only to get hammered the second day. I called it the “re-coil” affect.
At any rate, I ended up in bed watching one of my favorite Christmas movies “A Christmas Story”. If you aren’t familiar, “Ralphie” the young central character wants a BB Gun in the worst way. True to form Ralphie, almost immediately breaks his glasses with his new gift…a BB Gun. When the gun recoiled when he wasn’t expecting it to.
In my corresponding youth, as badly as he wanted the BB Gun, I wanted a doll. Needless to say, I never was gifted with a doll. Plus, never in a thousand years would I ever had the courage to ask for one.
I never broke any glasses with my gun but my brother did manage to shoot me with it.
I would like to imagine in the future, gender roles could be loosened and a boy could receive a doll and a girl could receive a BB Gun with no questions asked.