The grubs at home are much tastier

I accidentally performed a personality test today.

I'm signing the kidlet up for a summer dance class, and so I have the Ballet Mommies on my mind, and I found myself discussing the Ballet Mommies to both my haircutter and my buddy Magenta.

Now, let me describe the Ballet Mommies to you in pretty much the same way I described them today.

The Ballet Mommies mostly aren't employed. They mostly have at least two kids under 8, and many of them have three or four. Mostly, from eavesdropping on their conversations, I gather that their social lives revolve around church and the ballet. Oh, and scrapbooking.

When they plan things, they make them horribly complicated, so that tasks that ought to be small spread out over weeks. They're perfectly willing to pay tuition and buy regular ballet clothes and buy multiple costumes for the annual recital and spend hours doing fundraising for the ballet.

They take ballet for their kids waaaaay too seriously, to the point of choosing their six-year-old's hairdo based on what's appropriate for a little ballerina. (No bangs, please!) A Ballet Mommy will bring her six-year-old to a dress rehearsal in full pageant makeup, which is a sight that turns my stomach, I must admit.

So. Basically I look at the Ballet Mommies and I think, "These people are annoying because they're bored and they have no imagination."

The hairdresser says, "Oh, they're so annoying, those rich snooty people!"

And Magenta says, "Oh, they're so annoying, those religious fanatics!"