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Why Do They Always Wait Until Bedtime?

Posted by Susan on Thursday, May 31st, 2007
Filed in The Girls(TM)

M1 comes out this evening around 9:45 and says, “Mom, tomorrow is Famous Person Day at school & I have to dress up. No one would know who Meg White (from the White Stripes) is. Who can I be?”

People that ran through my mind & dismissals there of:

  • Emma Goldman (no one would know who she was any more than Meg White)

  • Dorothy Parker (good way to get kid kicked out of school since snark & vodka are not appreciated at elementary school so much)
  • Eleanor Roosevelt (see Emma Goldman, also random where did that come from?)
  • Patsy Cline (way to get even more obscure than Meg White for her generation’s musical reference there, mom)
  • Bee Lavender (M1’s rack is just not there yet… Plus I think I packed the cat eye kids glasses already, also suspect other kids would be all “who?”)
  • Herself (obscure reference to Time’s Man of the Year this year [You] that was played out within a day of being released. And she didn’t get it. Really, why would she?)

It’s about this point that she says all casual & trying to sound grown up & mature & stuff, “So, can I come out and we can discuss this further? Cuz I’d really like to get this resolved before bedtime.” And because I am a mean old mommy I say, “Uh, no, because it’s well past your bedtime, you were up late last night & you need to go to bed now. But I’ll think about it & we’ll make you someone famous in the morning.” Never mind that everyone “famous” I can think of are all geeks or just flat out totally inappropriate.

Huh. I wonder if I could do a loose ponytail bun with a pencil through it, put her in her ripped knee jeans, give her a book on computer stuff or… (crap, packed… uh… will have to come back to that, I guess) and have her tell folks she’s Jessamyn West, “a famous librarian.” Yeah, I didn’t think so. But that won’t stop me from trying!

Voltairine De Cleyre? Bah. Even less people know about her than Emma… Don’t have clothing appropriate for Mary Shelley… Hmm. Maybe if I let her wear one of her nice dresses we could pretend…

We’ll see.