Riding the wave

I occasionally read CityMama’s blog. Today she wrote about the “subversive acts” that mothers do after they’ve had children that remind them of their lives before children. The stuff that, usually, no one would ever realize if they hadn’t spilled the beans in the blog. Some of the responses were what the women actually do and some of them were wish lists of subversive acts. Most responses involved post-children tattoos. My favorite was about the almost painfully shy mother who “is a kick-ass, chain-metal, silver micro mini-wearing mama on an all-woman’s roller derby team.” I may have found another hero here.

With or without children, all I can ponder now is what subversive acts are going on in the lives of the women I know? Do I, perhaps, know a woman who performs in a circus high wire act? Do I know someone who is a vegetarian, but who goes out of their way to stand downwind of the local eatery and catch a whiff of grilled meat? How about someone who bakes solely to lick the beaters?

So, the question to be answered in regard to subversive acts is, what would I do (WWID). Okay, here it is. If I could overcome my fear of imminent death, I would take up surfing. I’d be a surfer dudette. And I’d wear waterproof SPF 415 so I be as pale as a Sicilian widow and no one would ever know I spent my days in the sun.

Unless I spill the beans in a blog.