It's a good thing I didn't complete the one and only course I ever took in gender studies. Otherwise, Marianela and I would really be at it. And, really, in spite of what you may have heard about me, I'm really not the argumentative type. ;-)
You see, she is in the process of donating parts to other bikes, namely my new Miss Mercian. She insists I'm stripping her. I mean, today she had to endure being seen without fenders along a busy thoroughfare. Imagine how you would feel if lots of people were looking at you after somebody took your fenders.
Not only that, the--She's insisting that I say "her"--Gyes saddle is gone. Actually, she traded it for the saddle that came with the new bike.
It would have been one thing if I'd actually finished that gender studies course and taken others. But can you imagine what Marianela would be saying if she'd read The Handmaid's Tale? She'd tell me I was turning her into a Breeder or something.
Well, I'm not going to give her a copy of THT because, truthfully, it sucks. It has plot holes you can pedal your Surly Long Haul through, and I simply couldn't believe that women had, in essence, developed a collective case of Stockholm Syndrome--one of the basic premises of the book.
And, let's face it, if Marinela is protesting the loss of "her" fenders and saddle, she has a mind of her own. I respect her for that, even if I disagree with her accusations!
