In the swim

Today I went swimming. I went swimming last week too. In the rain, which makes it even more virtuous. In Satan's pool, which is a slight problem. This is the local private pool owned by a large, jolly, Christian evangelical group. How could I swim there, after writing so rabidly about my enduring dislike of Christian evangelicals? Hmmmm. Because I am sacrificing all my principals on the altar of swimming outside. There is nothing like it. My son and I will spend our summer there among the Christians and the secret others, who I know are there, just like me, for the waters. I console myself with the memory of the car regularly parked all last summer in the coveted parking lot next to the door, boldly on display, tricked out with pro-choice, pro-Wicca, pro-what-have-you pro-gressive bumper stickers. I should get a bumper sticker for my car, "I am a pool slut," but it might be misinterpreted. Anyway, my son will learn to swim, will have a guaranteed social scene for the season, and I will become strong and sleek and buzz through the summer on an extended endorphin rush. I will renew my ACLU membership as penance.

Comments

[Jo]

Maybe it will help to have your crypto-anarchist Unitarian friends tagging along reading satanist literature.

[badgerbag]

It's a nice pool but they're so un-jolly and creepy... that whole incident with the "dinosaurs aren't real" thing at tennis camp. And then their director of youth ministries was busted for like 10 counts of molesting the little boys. And not busted by the church officials either but by parents and cops.

Yet... wow it's a nice pool.

I wonder if I applied, if they would reject me like they rejected D. Mitra? The thought of basking in the sun there and getting some good swimming in is awfully appealing.