Dear Rush,
My life’s dream is to represent the U.S. in the Olympics. Neither I or my family have, however, the finances to purchase and train a horse with the potential of taking me to the Olympics and the folks at the governing body formerly known as the USET have told me that unless my last name is Johnson, Clark, or Haas, that I should be happy for the opportunity to show at the county fair next month. What is a person of talent and dedication to do when the odds are so against me?
Sincerely,
Bereft
Dear Bereft,
Suck it up and realize that life isn’t fair. It’s not about talent and dedication, baby, but learning early on that life ain’t fair, especially for people like you. Get over yourself.
Dear Rush,
I own a lovely Appy mare but it seems that even though we have better rounds at the horse shows, we never manage to pin above the WBs who chip and can’t swap their leads. The judges also seem to mark us down for not wearing the latest Van Teal shirt, GP jacket, and TS breeches; and I’m about 50 lbs. overweight. I work at two jobs just so that I can show, I scrimp and save and can go weeks eating only Ramen noodles; somehow this doesn’t seem fair to me.
Sincerely,
Hungry
Dear Hungry,
You’re clearly not trying hard enough and expect the world to play by old and odd notions of fairness. Why shouldn’t you be marked down because of your weight and the colour of your show shirt?! Stop your moaning!
As facetious as the above may ring, that’s how ridiculous some of your assertions seem. And perhaps I’m odd, I see your head a-nodding Fat Appy, but while we can, most of us, summon up incensed fury at the inequities rampant in the horse world, I am shocked that many of you remain so ignorantly stubborn and blind to the world that surrounds you - and so indifferent to the people with whom you share a town, city, country, and planet.