July Quote: “How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world.” ~Anne Frank

A modified Ray Charles song has been playing on an infinite loop in my head this past month:  Hit the road June, and don’cha come back no more, no more, no more, no more.  Hit the road June, and don’cha come back no more.

Why?  Because I spent two feverish weeks at home with the dreaded virus and a third week working with diminished energy and attitude. 

Want to know what runs through my feverish head?  First:  daytime television is nothing but drivel.  My computer training taught me all about  “Garbage In-Garbage Out”  and I firmly believe that applies not just to what you put into a computer program but also what you put into your head.  Not wanting to participate in the daytime drivel, I filled some time between naps by watching the first season of Mork and Mindy on DVD.   

Which brings us to the second thing I learned:  Mork and Mindy originally aired in 1978.  In 1978 we dressed really well.  Our clothes fit and if our jeans had holes in them it was probably because we were homeless, or victims of war.  And people were respectful.  Mindy cared about what people would think if she was living with a alien, and when grandma lost a loved one, Mork stepped up to encourage and  befriend her while she grieved. 

They did things that were in the best interest of those they loved.  I miss those days.

Meanwhile, in drivel land, rules were created concerning transgender sports participation.  If the child completes their transition by the age of 12, then they can compete as their preferred sex.  Who, in their right mind, would let their 10, 11, or 12 year old child change their sex?  If humans don’t have enough education/life experience to vote or serve in the military until they are 18, why are we letting them make life altering decisions when they are 10 or 12?  Drivel!

And what’s up with the preferred pronouns?  A number of celebrity children are transitioning and rather then being referred to as he/she, him/her, they want to be referred to as they/them?   I guess that might make sense.  If there are two people inside that body, both a boy and a girl, then referring to them as they/them might be appropriate.   

And while we are on the topic of personal  pronouns, I have chosen mine.  In order of preference, they are: Queen, Your Royal Highness,  Supreme Female, Wonder Woman, Gorgeous, Lovely, Beautiful.  

You might not like what I have to say, but based on my preferred pronoun, I expect you to accept it.  And hopefully, next month I’ll be back without the feverish mind.

Until next month, 

Stay Safe,  Stay Healthy,

~Queen Janet

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