No snap today, but a huge helping of blues.
Walked down the marina after lunch to see a beautiful black power cruiser - in the 70' - 80' range - called 4 Girls. It's been here before and I didn't snap it, thinking it some guy's token homage to his daughters. Today, I learned that no, it is just four chicks that own it. They were all sitting having lunch on the afterdeck, clearly as happy as Larry (who is that blasted Larry, anyway?) and I didn't even have the heart to snap a snap. Maybe tomorrow, if they are still around and it's not cloudy and dull like today, and haven't sailed off into my sunset, I'll get something with a camera.
But why did it make me blue? Is it easier to accept a guy being incredibly richer but not a woman? Is there some hidden or even obvious sense of inadequacy behind such emotions, triggered by superior female financial clout? God alone knows, but it isn't pleasant either way. Must be the result of generation upon generation of rôle expectation. I wonder if zebras feel similar things? Lions obviously gave up on that centuries ago and enjoy the rewards of lying back and letting the 'esses get on with finding lunch.
I'll go now and apply some more varnish in the kitchen; that'll make things even.
Rob C