Ross sends this link to a photo essay on taco trucks. The essay contains this sentence: “… their ubiquity hides them in the everyday life of the city.”
Which, if things can be more true than other things, is even more true of patriarchy than it is of taco trucks. Today you will not notice the makeup on women, or the Mexican landscapers, or the predominance of male honkys in suits downtown at lunch.
It’s another chemo day. Last week my Barca-buddy was a crotchety geezer in his 80s. He said he’d been a professor of biology at the university since 1947. His doting wife, also in her 80s, fluttered around him like a waitress, her head slightly bowed, in a manner suggesting a lifelong habit of subservience to the great man.
Maybe today I’ll get a white supremacist, or an evangelical.