Yo Mama, Renee Cox
but...are you familiar with the end of this quote? "But all bad things continue forever." Kinda grim, eh? Well, yeah.
So the all good things part here refers to the fact that I must now leave my daughter in the hands of kindly strangers to whom I pay a barely decent hourly wage instead of keeping her in my own hands while blowing bubbles on her belly and kissing on her rosy cheeks. (And yes, with this weather and her appetite, they are, in fact, quite rosy.) And I guess the bad things is that time spent away from her coddling swarms of perpetual adolescents as they attempt to remake Django Unchained – or whatever latest Tarantino/Samuel Jackson endeavor – over and over again each semester.
I know, I know. Community college is supposed to be the great equalizer: I am lending my service to a potentially noble cause. And that might be the case sometimes. But the majority of my students are 20-30 year old males who play video games from inside their high school bedrooms, (re)making films about brutalizing each other in the most spectacular displays of fetishtic delight. Kinda like playing cops and robbers minus the cops. And with a few more squibs and a lot more beer pong.
So what kind of trade off is this? For me, for my daughter, and more importantly, for society? I mean, how many more Django Unchaineds do we need out there?
On a side note, I just discovered that my daughter was not only named after a famous African-American writer, but also, one of the nicest heavyweight boxers to have graced the ring and a '60s Italian erotica comic character. Go figure.
