There are times when I love my daughter’s stubbornness, her refusal to quit in the face of adversary or admit that something is beyond her capability. It’s a quality I hope continues as it will carry her far in life. Other days, of course, it’s a real pain in the ass.
It’s easy to see where she get it from, as both of her parents share similar characteristics. People (my wife) have actually gone as far as to call me “mule-headed”, a description that I don’t particularly care for, especially on days when I act especially mule-headed.
The plan for yesterday was simple. Drop off my daughter at preschool and head over to Target for some groceries and a few more Christmas presents. I have a pretty good start on the season and figured a pajama set and a few action figures should just about finish things up for the four year old.
Specifically I wanted a Supergirl action figure. Ratings are down since the premiere, but the show still averages over seven million US viewers a week, more than Gotham and twice that of DC’s other popular superhero shows based on The Flash and Green Arrow. Alaina and I watch the previous night’s episode every Tuesday morning and she sometimes pretends her Barbies are Supergirl. It seemed a no-brainer.
Three hours later I felt like I’d lost my brain. Target didn’t have any female superheros, so I headed to Wal Mart. Thinking that Toys R Us would surely have a larger selection I went there next. FYE, two K Marts, another Wal Mart and Big Lots followed.
By the time I was done I’d driven over eighty miles across two states. Along with several traffic laws, I broke several laws of public decorum. Several department store employees probably went to bed questioning their career choice. I was late picking her up from school and almost late for work.
I was an idiot.
In the end I didn’t end up buying a single thing. I came across four Harley Quinns, three Wonder Women, two Batgirls, a Scarlett Witch and a Catwoman, any of which my daughter would have been more than happy with. She also would have been happy with any of the male characters that could be found anywhere. I didn’t want them.
Eventually I did what a sane person would do and went online. I struck out on Amazon, but found what I wanted on E-Bay for only double what I had hoped to pay.
A rant about the gender bias of the toy industry will wait for another day. For now I shall sit here and savor my victory.