For Every Flavor of the Complaining Class

Good evening, overnighters!

Yesternight, I wasn't feeling up to attending the ballet, so Milady went without me. I could've caught the Dem debate, but I wanted something less gruesome, so I watched a Gotham.

But this afternoon, I did attend the Nutcracker.

Daughter takes the dance classes, but is not one of the "kids" anymore, and was not expecting to be part of the show this year. Then, she got cast as a rat, which is fun but not a major dancing role. Then she got put into a couple of other parts, including Snow. Yes, that's right, my daughter is a genuine earned-the-title Special Snowflake!

It's a relatively-small community show, so there were rough edges, but it was spectacular nonetheless, with excellent main guest artists as always, and choreography and direction by very talented professionals.

As I watched, I got to thinking, there's something in the Nutcracker for practically every flavor of the Complaining Class to get upset about.

For the self-defense haters, there's rifles, spears, and even a cannon!

For the PETA gripers, there's abuse of a bear, rats being shot, and mice being battled.

For the cultural segregationists, there's wanton and highly stereotyped cultural appropriation in Chinese, Arabic, and Russian.

For the Depopulation whiners, there's Mother Ginger with her troop of eight kids.

For the diet tyrants, there's lots of imbibing in the first part, and cakes, pies, candies, and other goodies in the second.

Also in the first act, for the social equalists, there's the whole bougoisee setting of the ritzy home.

For the genderlessness mongers, there's girls in frilly dresses playing with dolls, and rowdy, noisy boys teasing them. The girls are pretty and the men are muscular. (For the rest of us, there's legs and cleavage for guys, and taut muscular guy-butt for gals to enjoy!)

And for the anti-religious indignants, there's Christmas, and even angels.

Hard to believe this can be done in this day and age.

Oh, the outrage!