As in, tiny small nerd offspring. My elder son, the one who formed obscene Mesopotamian sex toys in art class, just informed me that he thought that project was dumb. Hell yes, I thought. "Why is that, love?" I asked, expecting some kind of answer about either rolls of clay being boring, or fake cuneiform not being accurate, or even Mom it looks like a penis.
Instead, he told me, with scorn in his tone, that the Hammurabi code part was written on
the dildo a Cyrus cylinder. Evidently Hammurabi was keepin' it real in Babylon way earlier than Cyrus. The historical inaccuracy of the
item was clearly not working for him. Two people, whether they presided over the same land (kind of, geographically not kingdom-ly) over time, should not be joined together in an art project that falsely presents them to be unified when in fact they were like 10 generations apart. I support his disregard for flights of fancy like that.
Proud day, this.
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