dissonance.
A snapshot.
Easter morning. A young woman, wearing a navy cotton dress, a white J. Crew Cardigan, and pearls, has just spent three hours at church for Easter Sunday services. She read scripture from the pulpit; she loves the hymns and anthems, and is probably going to be a pastor one day. She is now at her aunt’s house for Easter dinner, her entire extended family gathered: aunts, uncles, cousins, and their 94-year-old grandmother. The very picture of family, grace, and Godliness. They are about to go out for a traditional Easter egg hunt, and the cousins are excited.
....Cue reality.
The youngest cousin is 21. It turns out the hunt is for empty neon plastic Easter eggs, with a couple "Grand Prizes"-- the aunt who organized the hunt attached nips of Bushmill’s whiskey to three of the eggs. Now the rest of the family is suddenly interested, and the hunters include uncles, cousins, and the teetering grandmother.
The young lady in the Easter dress and pearls has been carousing with her other female cousins, eating shrimp cocktail, and drinking beer. After the hunt is announced, she hands her beer off to her mother. "Hold this," she says, glancing furtively around. "I should probably hit the head before we do this."
Ahhhh, yes. A classic picture of grace and elegance. If only the minister from church could see her now.
Scene.
Easter morning. A young woman, wearing a navy cotton dress, a white J. Crew Cardigan, and pearls, has just spent three hours at church for Easter Sunday services. She read scripture from the pulpit; she loves the hymns and anthems, and is probably going to be a pastor one day. She is now at her aunt’s house for Easter dinner, her entire extended family gathered: aunts, uncles, cousins, and their 94-year-old grandmother. The very picture of family, grace, and Godliness. They are about to go out for a traditional Easter egg hunt, and the cousins are excited.
....Cue reality.
The youngest cousin is 21. It turns out the hunt is for empty neon plastic Easter eggs, with a couple "Grand Prizes"-- the aunt who organized the hunt attached nips of Bushmill’s whiskey to three of the eggs. Now the rest of the family is suddenly interested, and the hunters include uncles, cousins, and the teetering grandmother.
The young lady in the Easter dress and pearls has been carousing with her other female cousins, eating shrimp cocktail, and drinking beer. After the hunt is announced, she hands her beer off to her mother. "Hold this," she says, glancing furtively around. "I should probably hit the head before we do this."
Ahhhh, yes. A classic picture of grace and elegance. If only the minister from church could see her now.
Scene.