accidental feminist

darth vader scares me January 6, 2007

Why, oh why, do I get physically nauseated seeing young Anakin succumb to the Dark Side? I think it’s the same as the fear I have of drug addiction: losing one’s senses and falling under the power of an external and negative influence one is quite nearly powerless to resist. While this may trace back to finding out, at the age of eight, that the teenage boy down the block was a pot dealer, and my imagining what sordid, evil things transpired at the end of Clavinia Ave., I think it has more to do with my slightly obsessive need for self-control and the rule of logic. An independent and clear consciousness (not conscience, God knows none of us have those) has always been, one of my greatest assets, and I guard it very closely.

This is also why I freak out when my kids show signs of refined sugar- dependence. Like yesterday, when Bassie claimed that she “needed some gum because she couldn’t taste the sugar from her last treat anymore”. It gave me the chills. Resist the call of the Dark Side, young Klein!