She's the DJ

I just returned from our local Magistrate's office. Our financial crisis means that I had to lower the payments on my fines for my five summary offenses. I arrive professionally early am polite as pie as you should, but it wasn't necessary to go out my way since the others waiting were a group of truly anti-socials ghetto guys who were slugging liquor in their pimped out Honda.

The DJ is a 50ish year old woman who has been known to run warm or cold and when I met her after the offenses this summer I was very lucky to find her warm side. She kept me longer to discuss that she had recently decided to step down to become a stay at home mom to her 3 year old. A miracle that her daughter was at her age born and that she couldn't over look that.

Ironically, today was her last day as a judge. I told her good luck and wished her the best luck on her career move. I saw such enthusiasm, not an ounce of fear. I wanted to warn her, but instead, I said we would probably see her at the parks. She said she was very excited about that. I let it go.

I wanted to tell her how little respect the world has for SAHM. That her former title as a JUDGE would not have the same weight in our society. She'd have to tell people she used to be one for the upper middle class 20-30 somethings in the park to even glance her way, otherwise she'd be a grandma, which isn't cool, SAHMs tiptoe around grandmas as if they were teens up to no good. At the park, the cast system set in place. You are judged first by your appearance, then by what kind of cell phone you have. It's an emotional slaughterhouse. 

She may then understand why this can lead to alcohol abuse...one thing, one small item.