Today, on my run along Boulevard East, I saw a huge tour bus with the words QUEBEC on it stop by the bust of Alexander Hamilton – and people poured out of it – to stare at the plaque, and the bust, and take pictures, and pose smiling, etc.
It is wonderful that he is remembered. That the estimated spot of his death is on the list of “things to see” for a bunch of Canadians.
But what did I feel as I ran towards them, “Every Sperm Is Sacred” pounding in my ears?
I felt jealous.
Proprietary.
I thought (openly, to myself): “Get away from him. He’s MINE. WhatEVER your tour guide is saying can’t even scratch the surface of MY feelings about him. Every sperm is sacred. GET. AWAY. from him, Frenchies.”
I actually felt this.
Next time I see such a congregation around him, I think I will bust in on them, and start to rant about how he’s MINE, and everyone should GET AWAY … just to see what would happen. It might be amusing, non?
I prefer to “visit” him when no one else is around, so that I can have his undivided attention and I don’t have to share.
Photos by moi
You totally called them “Frenchies”.
Insane is such a harsh word… I might just go with “a bit touched in the head”.
Since I’ve felt that about other seemingly silly things too, I can totally relate.
Oh God, I do the same thing! It’s bad enough with people like Lincoln but a lot of my favorites usually don’t have people around them. If I ever saw someone at the Roscoe Conkling statue in New York, I don’t know if I’d be jealous or want to marry them.
I recently discovered your blog, by the way, and I love your writing and what you write about. I’m also kind of in love with history and books and old movies and the Red Sox :)
/photos by moi/ Hahahahaha.
I get a strange joy just imagining you running up to a bunch of French Canadians trying to explain to them how Alexander Hamilton is your dead boyfriend.
Comprenez vous??
Jess – welcome! :)
Jess: Get away from her. She’s MINE. WhatEVER you’re saying can’t even scratch the surface of MY feelings about her. Every sperm is sacred. GET. AWAY. from Sheila!!!!
Haha..just kidding….Just a Sheila Stalking moment!
Welcome to girl crush central…you will fall in love with Sheila. ;)
De – HAHAHA!!!
It sounds even more insane when, like me, you read this post before the one below it.
(And is it weird that after I read that previous post I thought, “Oh, that makes sense then.”?)
dorkafork – HAHAHAHAHAHA
wait….you run to “every sperm is sacred”??????
I read your blog in toto and you do have a gift for writing; however, your “boyfriend” was a self-admitted adulterer – a fact you gloss over. While he wasn’t our only Founding Father who was an adulterer, his treatise on the subject was more than illuminating on this issue. I would, personally, like to read your commnets regarding this. I concede his intellect was prodigious but so were his philandering ways. We must strive to accept the good and the bad in our leaders of the past, the present and, most of all, the future!
Don’t lecture me, Marie. Here’s a post you might find relevant. I don’t care that he was a philanderer. It makes zero difference to me.