Politics of Priviledge

garlic scapes, green onions, kale stems, sesame seeds and olive oil w/turnip greens

Even in a depression baby, you'll never go hungry."  The character in the Woody Allen Jill was watching was being complimented about her appearance, and it resonated with Jill.  Was it true for her? Surely some perks from her own appearance were priviledge that she should have acknowledged at the Anti-Oppression round table she'd recently attended on campus.  Then again, a song she'd been working on lately was currently entitled the pretty girl lament, about the landlord not just asking for rent...

Roomie had a similar conundrum and realized she had to tell the prof she'd been trying to enjoy that she could no longer accept his friendship.  She needed people to be nice to her, and wanted for once in life to be able to receive, but in this case he was reading too much into any time they spent together or her acceptance of his generosity... he was hoping for romance that she found unappealing.  She had to turn down dinner, in order to be a decent person, despite the fact that she was hungry?

Pairs dressage?  She'd never heard a p'as des deux referred to that way before, but Jill assumed that was what the musician was referring to when he discussed his background with horses!

She was miffed that the pony club moms cancelled out on her.  She'd turned down other work to book their lessons, for which she would now go unpaid.  Did she need to create some kind of up-front payment schedule with a cancellation fee? How unappealing!

She pined for one of her favourite students of days gone by. The little girl she taught once, filling in for the official instructor at the stable where she was riding. A kid who had never been able to get the school pony to go around the outside of the sand ring, let alone in trot, and who wanted only to walk, and to be in the arena etc. etc. etc. Jill had been so gratified that day, when the timid, tiny blond finally put the rotten pony in its place and solved the attempt to tug the reins out of her hands and run in the middle. "VERY GOOD!" she'd cheered, then instructed "Now, put both your your hands in the air and say whoo hoo!" The child looked at her in disbelief, posting in rhythm to the pony's trot, and Jill put her hands on her hips. Surprising her, the kid did do it and as Jill laughed, all the parents watching this lesson instead of their own children's, applauded from the edge of the ring. And then the pony tried the naughty trick again, lowering its head and veering in toward the teacher, and the kid gathered up her reins instantly, gave the beast a kick along with a tug on the outside rein, and continued trotting around the track.

Jill missed teaching.

even better mixed with
scalloped turnips