Man Is Nature's Sole Mistake, Part 2

My last post was of true heart and feeling, but under some misguidance. As many friends have pointed out to me the portest I saw was not a protest at all. The group of women were in costume and dress to advertise and promote a Gilbert and Sullivan play Princess Ida. A play about female education in the start of the 20th century.

My conclusion: context matters.


I encourage all to see the play, it sounds great! Saturday, 20th (tomorrow) The Byre Theatre 2:30p.m. or 7:00p.m.

Man Is Nature's Sole Mistake

Man Is Nature's Sole Mistake


The title of this post are the words that were on a sign being carried by a woman dressed in Victorian clothing today. She was holding it high as the leader of the feminist marching party was shouting pro-female lines mixed with negative male ones.

I was caught off guard by the sign and I quickly felt my temper rise and my body feel hot. I was angry with her and the group. I wanted to speak out against it, but I did not. I rushed back to work with the shopping in my hands.

I can't quite been down why I grew angry so quick, though I have ideas. I think that it caused a stir within me because someone was discriminating against me and my existence; someone was calling me and my gender a mistake. I also think I found her argument disagreeable and ill-presented. If something is nature's how can it be a mistake? Is that not the definition of nature? The lack of mistakes, the, for lack of a different word, natural.

Something hurt. Something got to me. I would never hold a sign saying "Something about you/you are nature's sole mistake!" So, please, do not hold a sign against me in that way.

Visiting Home and Passover

I remember e-mailing my Dad around the time I returned from my inter-semester vacation and asked if it would be okay to visit home. He said it was okay and would be up for it.

Well, the time between that conversation and my actual departure date flew by. One day it was two months until I was leaving, the next thing I know it was just 12 hours before the taxi arrived to take me to Edinburgh.

Scotland gave me a nice farewell of blue skies and sunshine. Chicago greeted me, after a long flight, with rain just as I stepped out from O'hare Airport. Welcome home, Jeremy, welcome home.

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Break went quick and it went well. I got a chance to visit and see a lot of the people I have been missing for the past months. By invite, I got to attend a bit of an Ultimate tournament.

I got a chance to spend time with the family. Who now has a plus one as another member moved in.

The main change over break is that I will no longer be home for the summer. I'll be a waiter and barista in the U.K.


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I left the U.S.A. on the evening before passover and arrived in the U.K. on Friday evening. At the last moment, I decided to do something unexpected and something I thought I wouldn't do for many years to come: host a seder.

Messages were sent out as well as posts. Quickly I received replies from students who were also in St Andrews for all of Pesach. Within a day I had a total of four guests. We got together on Saturday night and had a student seder. A white table cloth, sushi-plate seder-plate, wine glasses and plates. One guest brought Matzah, another brisket. Matzah ball soup, chocolate and salad. Mmhmm.

As tradition would have it the youngest read the four questions and every one had a chance to read. To no American's surprise, nothing reads better on passover than a Maxwell House Haggadah.





In these last few days of Pesach I wish you all a Chag Sameach and a Shabbat Shalom