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Who’s the Boss (in French) a video by thatgirl on Flickr.

I was recently in Brussels with my sister.  We were flipping around the cable, looking for something to entertain us as we waited for our uncle to stop by, and we came across a rerun of “Who’s the Boss” dubbed in French.  The show is weird enough and amusing enough in English (the hair! the clothes!) but somehow watching Tony Danza speak French adds a whole new level of absurdity.  We started talking about the title of the show.  Why is it a question?  It is very clear who the boss is, because the female is the employer and the male is the employee and there’s no doubt about this.  Nevertheless, the title of the show is still “Who’s the Boss”, presumably because it was assumed to be such an outlandish situation for the time that there still could be some confusion, at least culturally.  “This is crazy! How could a woman be the boss?!”  One hopes that today the male-is-the-default-head-of-the-household concept is at least as out of fashion as those shoulder pads…

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I went to Chapel Hill, NC to attend a conference and present a paper. Things turned out well, in that I wasn’t too nervous, the audience was friendly, and I got some good questions. Also, it was great to get out of town. Here, in no particular order, are some things I saw on my trip:

1. A woman wearing a wedding dress, posing for pictures on the main lawn of the UNC campus. Why was this worth mentioning? Oh yes, because the floor-length strapless white wedding dress had an attached extremely long train which was Tarheel Blue. No one in the immediate vicinity appeared to find this strange.

2. A stack of New York Times, Sunday editions, no less, on a desk in the UNC student union, with a sign saying “Free — take one. Courtesy of the Union and the New York Times.” As of 4pm Saturday, the plastic band on the bundle hadn’t even been cut.

3. A booth outside the union featuring a large-haired female offering “free kisses if you buy a misprinted Bible.” Not really sure what this was about. There was a small crowd of kids I would tend to classify as “popular kids” (although I’m sure I’m too old to really do that accurately anymore) and someone had a video camera, so I’m hoping it was a student film. I didn’t see anyone actually get a kiss, and there were no Bibles evident.

4. A surprisingly beautiful campus! Who knew that the red brick colonial architecture I associate with the Northeast extended down to warmer climes? I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised, after all, UNC lets pass few opportunities to remind you that it was the first state university in the nation.

The vagaries of an academic career require that you be prepared to end up almost anywhere in your pursuit of a job; I would think you could do much worse than Chapel Hill, NC.

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My parents came up to Maine and of course they wanted to take everyone out to Abel’s (or as we call it, the “Rockefeller Lobster Pound”). Walt decided that we could drive there and he would kayak across the sound, tie up next to all the yachts and join us on the lawn for cocktails. Well after a beautiful sunset, a fog rolled in and it took him longer than he had planned to make it across the sound.

After dinner (I broke with tradition and had Lobster Newburgh) we realized that it would be very poor judgement for him to kayak back home what with the fog and the scotch and soda and all. So we had to go down and get the kayak to put it on the car rack. Walt realized that one of the hatch covers had come off and was (hopefully) floating around nearby. At this point I was playing star wars with the flashlight that had that lightsaber effect in the fog, and somehow my father decided that it would be an excellent plan if we “borrowed” a dinghy to row around the sound and look for the hatch cover. Now I’m not even sure if the cover is meant to float, and the fog was incredibly thick, and we had just decided that kayaking would be a bad plan, but somehow Walt and my mother ended up hoisting the kayak onto the car while my father rowed and I sat in the prow, looking for the cover (but really looking for some Sith to fight with my lightsaber). We were both laughing so hard I’m surprised we didn’t capsize. Of course we didn’t find the cover, nor did I find even a paltry storm trooper that I could have taken out with my lightsaber. But this will definitely go down as my favorite time at Abel’s.

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