“Truly, A Modern Conundrum” Tanka 2263 (Version 2)

let us consider

micturition: is it sport

if you write your name

and which style of penmanship

and must we ‘gender-divide’?*

*(The new managing editor of my last newspaper put up a poster on her office door. When I came, scratching and belching, out of my door I saw the signs-o’-th’-thymes and burped: “Oh, yeah, can you write your name in the sand with no hands?” The new cop-reporter – from from The University of Florida J-School (journalism major) plainted: “What?” I knew the battle long had been lost, but I pressed on: “failing sand, can you do your name in yellow ‘ink’ in the snow next time the opportunity presents?” He still had no clue. The new ME glared and Gayle Stormed her way deskward…or was it Loretta (Young…memory serves!)Whatshername on 1950s B&W TeeVee of which I watched but one episode? Not long after I left what the new breed was calling a profession and I had learned as a craft. Some girls, I suspect – and one I knew of who vouchsafed her skills at the men’s room stand-up – possibly can do workmanlike cursive…in either snow or sand. I will leave journalism in their capable whichevers.”

“Misogyny Is” Tanka 2266

(February 14, 2014)

misogyny is

a sport more often played hard

by girls and not boys

girls know where best to kick hard

and have fewer compunctions*

*(Not sure if it was Title IX which “encouraged” aggressive behavior but it did invite more girls and young women to participate in contact (and some collision sports in high schools and colleges) thus exposing the distaff section of humanity hereabouts the notions of fair play and teamwork in a competitive environment. That was like adding nuclear fuel to an already explosive condition. Boys may fight; girls take getting even seriously. When title 9 came into being I was a local sports editor in Titusville, Florida, and in but a few years the lasses had taken off the glasses and elbows flew. I loved it. Still room for a held door or an offer to carry loads, but now that went both ways. I came early to the notion that the holders of XX chromosomal pairs were the more dangerous of the two species of humans on Planet Earth. For girls it was for keeps; for boys it was to pass the time and tomorrow was a brand new day. And what I learned watching dad think the idea was his all along convinced me we guys were in for a rough few forevers. Kinda like the challenges. Still do. This above is not to denigrate the few sick individuals who make the headlines and fill our court dockets – almost always too late – but just a little fun observations on what goes on amidst The Human Flock. As for the clueless of either gender – more often males I maintain – time will nature-up for almost all.)