Musings from a Grandmother

I presented at a conference on Friday. (It went really well, and I realized that I love presenting because I get praised and validated by my peers, as compared to most of my professional life, where so much of my feedback comes from our ungrateful library patrons. Patrons are far less generous with the compliments. Unless it's the bird guy telling my boss he likes her feet. Or inmates.) I drove to the conference with our Hispanic Outreach Coordinator, who I like very much. She's originally from Peru and is a grandmother and, being older than most of the librarians on staff, often gives the single gals (unsolicited) advice on catching a man. Advice that is heavily influenced by her cultural background. Most of the way to the conference, she sat in the passenger seat, filing her nails and discussing male-female relations with me.

This was my favorite part:

Co-Worker: I just don't know about boys these days. Have you noticed how slow they are? They're just not motivated to get married. They wait so long to get serious and get jobs and settle down. I don't know what they're waiting around for.

MBC: Hmmm.

Co-Worker: I just wonder about these boys. I wonder if they're staying moral. And if they ARE, they must not have a sex drive, you know? Now, [MBC], believe me, you don't want one without a sex drive.

This was, naturally, the part where I almost crashed the car. I've never been so entertained on a road trip in my life.