Meandering anecdotes and an occasional incisive comment, courtesy of an overeducated, feminist former-professional, who is continually outsmarted by her overly-gifted children and genius spouse and who seeks refuge in books, cocktails, and the occasional Xanax.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
who'd a thunk it?
Last night we were talking with one of the fathers from Iris Uber Alles's school about the Bohemian Grove, as this father is a devoted regular attendee of that annual gathering of powerful white men. My friend told me something I never, never would have thought true: there are a number of men who go straight from the Bohemian Grove to Burning Man. Wow. I never imagined there was an overlap of those subcultures. I'm fascinated.
Posted by the Drunken Housewife at 10:34 AM
Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)
don't all the men at the bohemian grove get naked and dance around a bon fire wearing masks?
Maybe analogous to doctors and lawyers who get together to ride their Harleys?
Post a Comment