It's not often I read the newspaper cover to cover; after all, there are six free to choose from in front of the library where I work every morning. Today, however, I'm terribly glad I did. There, on page 10A was the story about vandals in Paris, breaking into the Musee D'Orsay and punching a Monet painting. There's something about that that just makes me giggle. Punching Monet, you hooligans.
There was a time in my gifted enrichment classes in the second grade when my classmates and I would have happily punched a Monet painting, or Monet himself, for the chance to move on to another freakin' artist already! Then in the third grade we did move on...to the rest of the Impressionists. We didn't get the chance to study any other period, because the year after that we didn't do art, for some inexplicable reason we moved on to gardening. As a side note, aren't gifted enrichment classes the best? In addition to our higher grade level math and reading and such, we got art and music and logical reasoning... if I am an elitist snob today, there's your reason right there.
But back to the canvas punching. Do you think Parisians get force-fed Monet from a young age? Are any of them upset at all at this act, or are they all secretly thinking, "God, I've wanted to do that for years"?
In other news, slightly related to the French, my quest to become the biggest dork ever continues right on track. Just looking up the family history stuff wasn't enough, I'm now going to a meeting of the Beausoleil Broussard Family Association. I'm quite sure I'll be the only person under 50 there, and get plenty of funny looks because my momma married a Yankee. Actually that's probably not right, they'll all know my dad. Everyone knows my dad, whole damn Vermilion parish. It's eerie.
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