Somewhere between the oxygen mask demonstration and the beverage cart I realized just how long and painful this flight was going to be.
It wasn't vertigo or motion sickness that had me spooked. It was the two bimbo-headed housewives bull-horning their inane conversation into the back of my head.
Some of the most serious topics discussed at this meeting of the minds included: new carpeting and its price, new reclining chairs and their price, future vacation plans and their price, husband's jobs and their earnings, friend's new home purchases and their price. You get the idea. For two hours.
To simply list the dialogue wouldn't accurately explain my distaste.
They were complaining about all of these things.
Without delving deeply into slave ships from the West African cost, first-generation European immigrants at Ellis Island, or (gasp) the women's liberation movement, let me say that the struggles that these Buckhead Bettys were sharing didn't exactly stand the test of time or aid the continuing cause to equalize the sexes.
During one heart-wrenching moment, Betty No. 1 told Betty No. 2 how hard it was to watch the kids and supervise the movers (who were packing her lovingly-ordered catalog home goods for her so she could move into the larger house that her husband's promotion had provided) at the same time.
Maybe I take special exception to their plight because my parents divorced when I was 3, and my mom worked full time and took care of me while going back to school and earning a degree.
These powder puffs were complaining about taking the kids and the dog somewhere in their SUV. I couldn't turn around to shut them up because I was fascinated.
My point isn't that women shouldn't be able to stay home to mother and keep house, but that they should appreciate that position for what it is: a gift of luxury.
Stop right there. If you plan on sending a nasty e-mail about how insensitive I am to the amount of time and effort it takes to raise a child thin you have misread. Go back and try it again.
If these women think that they have problems, then my suggestion is that they spend some time watching the news, or maybe volunteering at a homeless shelter or domestic violence center when the kids are busy at school.
Then maybe they'll come to enjoy the simple trials of their pampered days.
Choosing a color for the drapes while fixing hot dogs isn't exactly the most complex of problems facing our world.
Rob Felt is the photographer for the Daily Herald. He can be reached at (770) 957-9161 or via e-mail at email@example.com .