I don't know much about current music, but I know Olivia Rodrigo is popular in that field, so good for her. She's a strong, smart woman at 21, and I was thoroughly impressed to read that she has a question she always asks guys on a first date.
Here's the question: “I always ask them if they would want to go to space.”
Warning to potential Olivia daters: give the wrong answer, and there is no second date.
Hint to potential Olivia daters: “And if they say yes, I don’t date them.”
And I love her explanation: “I just think if you want to go to space, you’re a little too full of yourself.”
It's rare to find a young person whose attitude matches mine perfectly, but really, she does in this case. For all I know, that's all we have in common, philosophically.
This is just my thinking, and yours is probably different, but there is a lot to see and do here on what we still call Earth. There are sights to look at and music to hear and art to appreciate and food to taste and the lovely aroma of cheese bread baking. None of these treats are available in space, except for the music, if you take your MP3 player.
I understand it makes me an outlier or even an outcast, but as far back as I can remember, I didn't see the point of men walking on the moon while women were back here doing worthwhile things. You go to the moon, you get moon rocks, but if you go to the beach here, you get rocks tumbled to pretty perfection over the years in Davy Jones's locker AND you get some of the greatest pizza in this world, and a chance to get a nice tan.
And the trip home from the moon? Not a WaWa in sight, so you just have to hold it til you get back.
Go ahead, go to the moon. Olivia and I will miss you a lot.
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