So as you know, my daughter Ava recently went to a ten-year-old’s birthday party. They rented a limousine for this birthday party (um, yes they did) and piled eight 4th-grade girls in it to drive around town and go to pizza. Needless to say, they were stoked.
And like any respectable limousine passenger, the girls rolled the windows down and squealed and waved at passers-by (so I’m told, I wasn’t there).
I guess at one point my daughter stuck her head out the window and waved to a woman and man walking on the sidewalk in a town near us, which I won’t mention directly, but I will tell you it starts with a D and ends with an S and has a V in it.
In response to her wave the woman in question flipped her off.
FLIPPED HER OFF.
Flipped off a 10-year-old girl.
Flipped off a 10-year-old girl in front of seven other 10-year-old girls.
Flipped her off without a word.
Ava is still talking about it. How she was shocked and shrunk into her seat, humiliated. Understandably, having just been told “fuck you” in response to an act of friendliness.
And by an adult . A grown-up, a member of the group my daughter still trusts, innocently thinking adults are pretty solid and reliable (having never (thank god) learned otherwise).
But she’s starting to see. Because how am I to respond to that? When she told me about it, after the shock wore off, I just looked at her and said “Ava, some people are miserable, horrible creatures. Just mean. There’s no excuse for them. They are just assholes.”
Yes, I used that word. There is no other word that would have worked in that situation.
Now I’m not that sensitive. (Okay I’m pretty sensitive. But I cover it up well, so I can say I’m not sensitive on my blog.) But really I don’t get worked up about too many things. Some people are frantic about protecting their kids from the reality of life and I am not that way. Shit. We take them to Further shows – there’s a lot of reality there, lemme tell ya.
But this one has got me disturbed.
Because seriously: WHO flips off a little girl? WHO?
What sort of closet was she locked in?
What sort of dog food did her parents feed her instead of breakfast?
How hot is the secretary her boyfriend is boning?
What the hell happened to that chick to turn her into such a hateful ball of rage that she would abuse a kid like that, slash her little heart in random and meaningless violence? Who would somebody return evil for the innocent antics of a small girl?
If I knew who she was I would kick her in the face.
No really, I would.
If I had been there I would have stopped the limo, gotten out, walked over to her and kicked her teeth in. Without a word.
Yeah. I get that hate matching hate doesn’t solve anything. Whatever.
But I’m not Ghandi and I’m not Martin Luther King, Jr. and I’m not Mother Theresa, and so, when some worthless scrap of humanity brutalizes my child I want to render them senseless with my bare fists.
That is all.
Ladies. Get my back. Wouldn’t you destroy this woman if she did that to your kid?
Where my girls at?