Ms. Frizzle Addict

Let's be clear here. I am, for lack of a better term, allergic to teachers. Not in the cute sneezy way, but the way some people are allergic to smokers. It's not that I'm actually allergic to them, I just prefer not to be around them. My exposure's only been to public school teachers (and administrators... grr...) and I would say the default setting for Rupe when it comes to teacher encounters is... oh hey there it is, "grr."

So imagine my surprise when I found Ms. Frizzle's blog wandering about. I haven't seen any whining about unions, pay, benefits, funding, hours... you know, the usual stuff that teachers worry about before they mention, what was it? Oh yes, those kids they're supposed to be teaching. Come to think of it, I'm related to (sigh) about a dozen teachers and two principals and I don't think I've ever heard one mention, what was it? Oh yes, those kids they're supposed to be teaching. I can forgive my cousin JG for that since I just want her to hook me up with hot young teachers (look, don't get on my ass about consistency). But the others... I work with a lot of government employees, but educational types are generally the whiniest.

So it's good to see this person that calls herself Ms. Frizzle out there. Not her real name--it's the teacher's name from the Magic School Bus series. I don't blame anyone for going under a nom, so don't hold that against her.

I'll descend into Howard Stern territory here and wonder aloud: Is she hot?