The Mermaid Update
Much interesting response to the post last week about whether to wear the pin showing mermaid and merman in an intimate moment. A gentleman from Turkey contacted me privately with a thoughtful argument against wearing it: because things have more spiritual value if they are not public and available.
I gave this some thought. He does have a point. (I would love a comment here about what you think about this.)
Other responders would be happy to wear it themselves. One reader would like a picture of herself wearing it. And several people suggested the appropriate place or occasion when I might consider wearing it. Most imaginative of these was for the gym. (My auto-correct just tried to change gym to hymn…possibly cyberspace is also sending me an opinion.)
What I did: I wore it once. To my writing group and to the regular get-together where I haltingly practice speaking French. No one commented or seemed to notice. Before going home, I asked one person what she thought of my pin. She couldn’t see exactly what it was until she got about a foot away and then didn’t seem to have strong feelings about it.
So I don’t think this pin is going to cause any riots. Not a lot of public outrage.
I did hear some good stories. One great one about Dr. Ruth is posted in the comments by Bill Massey. In case you missed it:
A few years back — when people could afford to fly first class — I was on the same “red eye” from LAX to JFK with Dr. Ruth. She had been to a fundraiser and boarded the plane still in her formal lavender gown. After takeoff, as soon as the captain gave the seatbelt “all clear,” Dr. Ruth stood in the aisle, stripped off her gown down to a slip, put on a sweatsuit, handed her gown to a flight attendant with a gracious request to, “Please hang my gown for me, will you Dear?” and sat back down, as everyone in first class applauded.
And two other items: Huffington Post has published my piece The Sexy Spirituality of Tattoos. Please have a look if you missed it here on my blog.
And, once upon a time, doing book research in the little English town of Yeovil, I stayed in a very old hotel called The Mermaid, originally a fifteenth century inn for coach travelers. I always hoped I’d have some use for this picture.