My
Japanese Husband Thinks I’m Crazy
By Grace Buchele Mineta
My
daughter Julia has been going on and on since forever that I should read “My
Japanese Husband Thinks I’m Crazy.” So many books, so little time—I just kept
putting it off. So, I finally got around to this book. It was so well worth it,
cute, funny, informative—and a slew of other (positive) adjectives can be added
her.
I was
needless to say, but well worth saying, happy to hear Mrs. Buchele Mineta could
grow a thick enough skin to ignore the negative feedback (opinions and orifice,
we all know how that goes). Then I saw a picture of the author and had that
holy cr- moment. She’s so young. Having reached and exceeded my fossilized
years I can honestly say brave and strong can be thrown in the mix.
Though
she hardly needs any help from me discerning petty from stupid, I like to take
a moment to remind everyone that the children’s movie “Hocus Pocus,”
experienced negative feedback and protest when initially released. The
protesters claimed it depicted a negative image of witches. Holy F- doesn’t
even begin to cover the scope of my reaction—there were also fits of laughter,
inappropriate giggles and a few snorting hiccups thrown in the mix.
Grain of
salt is all I have to say to that. Everyone experiences different things
differently—that’s the beauty of life.
One
last thing before I shove Patrick out of his home (it’s a Sponge Bob
reference—get with the program), I’m that annoying person that often corrects
other peoples grammar—midsentence and all. The use of conversate in lieu of
converse irks me no end—whatever. Lemons, lemonade—I like lemons, not so much
lemonade. Optimism—I’m going to have
to look that one up. That said, good on you Mrs. Buchele Mineta.
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