Yeah, it’s a very common pattern. It reminds me:
I’m twelve, reading Signs on the couch.
Me: “Mom, why’s it called ‘Feminisms at a Millenium’? Isn’t it supposed to be ‘feminism’?”
Mom: “Sweetie, feminists argue a lot. They don’t all agree on what feminism is.”
Me: “Humph. They’re being dumb.”
(chuckle)
In my youth, the joke was “The only thing two Jews can agree on is what a third should donate to the Temple.” (Which is, admittedly, one of those things you can only get away with saying about your own tribe.)
Yeah, it’s a very common pattern. It reminds me:
I’m twelve, reading Signs on the couch.
Me: “Mom, why’s it called ‘Feminisms at a Millenium’? Isn’t it supposed to be ‘feminism’?”
Mom: “Sweetie, feminists argue a lot. They don’t all agree on what feminism is.”
Me: “Humph. They’re being dumb.”
(chuckle)
In my youth, the joke was “The only thing two Jews can agree on is what a third should donate to the Temple.” (Which is, admittedly, one of those things you can only get away with saying about your own tribe.)