What upsets me MORE, about this, are issues of SOCIAL CLASS. At 65k, the school should be better-calibrated for maintaining the Upper Class social position of the children. Upper Class/High-IQ people are naturally more androgynous.
Cartoonish exaggerations of "manliness" and "femininity" have no place among Upper Class people. Neither John Cena nor
"Brita Filter" have any business being celebrated in an expensive Episcopalian school. Sexual Dimorphism becomes more pronounced, as one descends the social ladder - both in terms of class and IQ. Smart people, and classy people, simply don't worry about gender, or gender-specific behaviors and appearance, to the degree that the underclasses do.
Drag queens, therefore, represent a manifestation of Lower Class values -
Sexual Dimorphism celebrated and exaggerated: precisely the opposite of what a supposedly Upper Class school should be celebrating.
This particular drama plays-out, of course, against the backdrop of the Protestant churches' ongoing betrayal of the Protestant peoples. It's no wonder why Protestants are turning their backs on their churches, in record numbers. It's no wonder, why my own inner circle of friends, all returned to Judaism, after generations
(or centuries) of their families' being Protestant. They were tired of giving money to institutions which worked against their interests. They were tired of attending Methodist funerals, where the distinguished deceased were belittled by
"idiot Redneck preachers". They were tired of having Communist dogma
(and Christian dogma which their ancestors had long-ago outgrown and rejected) dredged-up and rammed down their throats.
One would think that America's Episcopal Church, with the highest collective IQ and highest social standing of any religious sect, would be above all of that. After all, it's been the religion-of-choice for social gatecrashers, for well over a century. One would think that, if the
real Episcopalians didn't have the moxy to muzzle the clerics, that the gatecrashers would.
My husband and I, rose from less-than-nothing. We had no ethnoreligious identity. Nor were we white. Until later, neither of us knew who our
"daddies" were. He grew up in a travel trailer, tacked to the kitchen wing of a hunting camp in North Louisiana. I grew up in a two-room tarpaper shack, which served as a backwoods Mississippi brothel. Our becoming a couple, happened at the very moment when it was becoming apparent that each of us was exceptionally smart and exceptionally capable. We, being suddenly,
"you and me against the world", and supported by friends and college faculty, were emboldened to choose new names, and to choose an ethnoreligious identity.
Just as the Khazarian king, Bulan, puzzled over the various religions invading his region, from which he must choose
(adopting one, meant postponing, for centuries, the eventual extinction of his people), we puzzled over the possibilities. I knew, from reading tattered old issues of
Town & Country, which religions were the classiest.
Those unsanitary shared Communion goblets, were what saved us from Episcopalianism. Methodism offered sanitary individual thimbles of non-alcoholic grape juice. And, in the rural South, Methodist churches were where the rich people and the smart people could be found.
But the influx of
"relevant" Redneck preachers pushing Socialism, was ruining the Methodist Church. It was no longer a refuge for Sephardic Grandees, where Sunday School classes delved into
biblical history, simply as history.
Bitsi and
Izzi and
Babette and
Skip and
Moosie, my new friends, who'd grown up carpooling, in limousines, to private day schools - all former communicants of fashionable Methodist congregations in haughty intellectual Greenville, Mississippi
(my first friends since Third Grade!!!), were toying with a return to Judaism, with the help of the few Jewish professors at our little backwoods university.
Boyyyy.... did we ever pick the right team!
(we each could find established lines - if illegitimate - and so had the somewhat tenuous right to do so, as expensive DNA analysis has repeatedly confirmed)
My friends were bitter about the fact that their day schools had not been exclusive-enough.
"My grandfather did not pay that enormous endowment fee, so that I'd have to go to a school with rednecky garbage like Homecoming - or football - or proms. Aside from the limousines in the carpool lane - and the fact that half our classmates' families had been in Town & Country https://www.google.com/search?q=Juli...h=536&dpr=1.71 , it might as well have been a public school." At least Greenville's private schools had study halls for
"conscientious objectors" who refused to go to pep rallies...
Why was there no study hall for conscientious objectors, at Grace Church High School?
But anyway, faced with the upcoming exhaustion of the early-development capabilities of our synagogue's kids' programs, we had to pick an educational track for our three. Saint Andrews was the obvious choice, since it cost the most, and was where families with ambitions similar to ours, sent their kids. So, Loubertha, our
"maid" was in perpetual motion, running the kids between the Synagogue's schools and the Cathedral's schools.
Loubertha and I, both, noticed that there was
"An Episcopalian Look": tall, strawberry blond, Scandinavian head shape, similar to that of England's Ducal Families. But we also noticed that a certain redneck prisspot decorator, whose office condo was in the same building as mine, had her little hellion at that school. This was a woman blackballed from Junior League, because of her loud, open-mouthed gum-chewing. And a lot of other slimy non-Episcopalian rednecks had their kids there. There was a lot, at that Episcopal school, which I found disturbingly similar to public schools. Eventually, we learned that some of that school's boys,
"Got a classmate on drugs, and had her across town at the Alamo Plaza, where she was their prostitute."
So,
(despite our being brown) we moved to an exurban whiteopia with great public schools: cynical, ruthless.... whatever. That's what we did. It saved a lot of money.
Why spend the money, if it doesn't get you something exclusive?
And why are people paying that kind of money, in Manhattan, for a school where the staff dresses so shabbily, and speaks so poorly?
Why are they paying that kind of money, for a school which is undermining their kids' social ascendancy?
Sorry, but the drag queen thing, is only one of many shortcomings of that school. Our granddaughters have been spared Pre-K & K, and are now skipping elementary. The sabotaging of young minds, even by elite institutions, is the reason why. Honestly, the parade of tutors, is costing about the same as what tuition would have been.
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