Our family spent some time at Alki this afternoon, tossing stones into the tide and telling each other how awesome Mommy is (Yes, I talk about myself in third person. And also from Nathan’s point of view. Boobs!)
I was shepherding Nathan back to the car, my camera in tow, when two teenage girls eyed me as they passed.
“HAHAHA! CANON!” One cackled.
“Like, who buys a fucking Canon?” the other snorted.
The two of them continued giggling down the path behind me and suddenly I realized they were talking about me and my Canon.
Really? Is this a scene from High School Musical I missed? Did iCarly address this in the episode, “Like Canons, OMG!” Don’t they know that this line of discourse is reserved for writing in the margins of your Trapper Keeper? I was openly scoffed by teenagers who probably had their parents purchase these kit cameras so they could jazz up their myspace profiles.
And to drop the f-bomb on something as useless as Canon vs. Nikon (both are FINE cameras)? I can think of a dozen more relevant debates like East Coast rap versus West Coast rap (TUPAC!) and the British version of The Office versus the American version (USA! USA! USA!).
And since I had said absolutely nothing to them because of the whole possibility of being charged as an adult and losing custody of my son, Nathan ran after Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Rambo Headband, eager to avenge my honor and bite those legging-clad ankles. He really just wanted to let them know that their energies would be best applied at the nearest McDonald’s, where I hear they’re looking for a proofreader.