1. Captain Trips (there's at least three; maybe it's just my neck of the woods)
3. Barbie Emeritus
4. Serious Women Runners
OKAY, first: I'm not really doing this; there aren't many Barbies, but plenty of Clawers Just On the Farside of the Barbie Slope; and the Serious Women Runner shows my age. It's not that there weren't serious women runners in my day--which is, or was, a day when girls' high school athletic competition in Indiana was organized by something called the GAA, Girls' Athletic Association, I suppose, as though it required an extra level of protection for those Special Days. My sister was a superb athlete, an overachieving little sparkplug type, and her high school letter is branded "GAA", as though it didn't really count--it's that today they're more dedicated, more disciplined, and have better form than 95% of the males I see.
Title IX happened between the time I graduated from high school and the time I entered college. And along with the Civil Rights Act of 1964, which it appended, it's a perfect example of government "social engineering" which extended the rights of citizenship long unfairly and unwisely denied, something which would not have happened had the Durn Fool Gubment not acted. But me no buts about it. And, conversely, it's a prime example of the sort of institutional and individual foot-dragging--not to mention cries of "Tyranny!"-- the advancement of individual rights has met since Reconstruction.
Anyway, sorry posting has been light, and it ain't like politics doesn't impinge on my every spin of the crank. I'll be back tomorrow.
Oh, and a kitten.
* Just kiddin'. I don't actually meet any of these people, of course.