Purple Chicken Presente with Little Bunny Foo Foo

RantWoman thinks she first learned the Little Bunny Foo-foo song when she was a gawky teenaged drafter at the last minute to be church camp counselor for a cabin full of homesick 10-year-olds.

Yes, RantWoman would agree there is something a little odd to learning a song about (usually herbivorous) bunnies bopping field mice on the head AT BAPTIST CHURCH CAMP.

There is a terrible pun woven into the song's entire premise. RantWoman thinks the pun applies from the outset and wonders what takes the song so long about saying it. Not that RantWoman at that point was likely to confront her elders about wiggy animal stories and a bunny that never seems to get the message. 

chicken, mocha mug

Nor, unfortunately, would RantWoman have been capable either of saying to her charges, "look, tell me about the Rez. I can at least listen" or of confronting elders about hetero-patriarchal expectation that kick-ass women of a certain era would be expected to be sent off to teach among the tribe.

RantWoman is thinking about all this in the same space with concerns about religious education for today and with othering and erasure she hears going on when a Meeting is drafting a minute of concern about anti-Asian violence and kind of forgets to mention families of Asian descent in our very own Meeting. 

At this point, the fluffy purple chicken suggests RantWoman just GO TO BED and save some frets for tomorrow.