THE START OF WOKE: Sociology Classes?
Nobody Knows

I wanted to share a short little chat I had today with a young lady. She was sitting at the entrance of a shoe store…her laptop computer in front of her, and she sat behind a small table. She was sort of non-assuming, like she didn’t really want to be noticed. As I finished walking around the store, I wondered if she was some kind of girl scout representative, but no. She just sat there, very quiet, rather pretty in that youthful way, and I’m sorry, I HAD to talk to her. What was she doing there?
On the table in front of her, covered with a white cheap paper cover, were two baskets: one with little tiny suckers, the others with oatmeal cookies in a wrapper.
“Are you selling the cookies.” I asked with a smile.
“No, they are free.” She said.
“Did you make them?”
“No, they are from Joe’s cookie bar down the street.” She said as if she was bored of the question.
To make this short, my curiousity made me ask her…”So, are you going to school?
“I just got my degree.” she said with the pride showing that she was immensely proud of that fact.
“Oh, in what?” I asked.
“Sociology.” Okay….don’t laugh. I was like…thinking to myself…oh great. The only subject in school that I thought was the biggest, most boring subject in the whole world of education, and they only made kids take it to give jobs to people that wanted to teach but couldn’t pass anything else.
I remember that class in high school. Men and women form a family! WOW! Who knew? Other cultures are NOT like ours! REALLY? Since I had been reading every National Geographic from the year 1953-2000 (When it went total WOKE) you bet I was bored. I thought only the most incredible moron on the planet would ever invent such a subject. I want to find that man…and his family, and write them a stern letter.
Well, I HAD to find out what this girl was going to do with her degree.
“So, are you going to TEACH sociology?” I asked.
“No.” She said.
I wanted to say to her…”Maybe you should have thought this out, before your parents paid out so much money and now you are sitting in a shoe store handing out cookies.” But, I of course I didn’t.

Instead I decided to ask her a rather annoying question. “So, how would you solve the problem of the Muslims of the East being able to get along with the West?”
Right away, you could see the serious look on her face, “I think the West needs to learn more about Islam, that would help.” Clearly, the West needs to be more…accepting.
“You know that the East is a patriarchy and women do NOT have many rights there, not like in the West, right?” I said, with a sweet face.

Okay, I’m sorry...brain overload, poor girl.
She was…speechless. Evidently that was NOT in any of her many books at school.
Then she said, as if to prove, maybe she won’t get a job with her degree, she said she had thought about being a journalist. She likes to write every morning in her diary.
!!!!????? (What are you…ten?)
I know, I said, “Why don’t you start writing a blog? I write one. Every day.” I said cheerfully.
“Yeah, she said.” I’ve thought about it.”
“You know, put YOUR opinions on the internet. We all need to share our stories, discuss world problems, that’s why Elon Musk bought Twitter…a place where you can put your opinions about anything.”
Wow. THAT NAME finally got her. She heard the name Elon Musk, and a deep sour look came upon her face.
I had to laugh. And I wondered how in the world we were going to survive when somewhere this girl had parents who loved her so much they let her get a degree in sociolgy but never taught her common sense. “Mom, I want to major in Sociolgy.”
Mom..”Ok sweetie, whatever makes you happy.” Then mom just hopes she finds a husband.
Well, let’s hope she takes my advice and starts writing a blog. I planted the seed, and maybe, she will write her opinions and people will tell her what they think, which MIGHT make HER think, because I’d hate to see this young mind have to sit in front of a cheap store reproduction like a Girl Scout wanna-be who flunked her badge in cooking, but decided she’s save the world by starting small… enough that her degree would someday be worthy of her efforts. And her parents would be proud.
Who knows? Maybe her dad or mom owned the store.
And yes, I did NOT ask that question. I do still retain a sliver of common sense.
My parents tried to talk me OUT of college. I…was the lucky one.
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