This Politicized Life

While I was at my parents' for the break my niece showed me her new Beanie Baby, which reminded me that, hey, I have a Beanie Baby too! Of course I'd taken the tag off (like I always do—I can't stand wrappings and boxes between me and the material object), which means it has no resale value... though I suppose I wasn't going to resell my little Seaweed guy anyway.

I'd been meaning to write about said otter because this Beanie Baby question—the tags, the BB craze a few decades ago, my niece's yearning for a real dog, rediscovering objects from my childhood, etc.—managed to stay in the back of my mind since the holidays (and one of my New Year's resolutions has been to make time for low-stakes writing on the blog). But then with the combination of the start of the semester and the political happenings in the country, I was kind of like: screw it, I don't have time to be writing about no freakin' otter.

Sorry, Seaweed. I love you, even if I haven't politicized you...