As we planned our weekend in Cleveland to visit our Freshman College Girl, we decided to skip “Parents’ Weekend” activities. I want to see the library from the inside but other than that–breakfast with the President of the college isn’t high on my list. I prefer breakfast with my baby.
Denise was in agreement about this as was College Girl. She then read up on Cleveland and made plans. I said I wanted to go to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Denise was slightly surprised about this but I explained “I’ve never been. I’ve never even actually been to Cleveland.”(other than to drive through/by) After saying that, I didn’t really inquire into our plans though.
Day 1 was a flurry of typical Denise trip places–she planned well for the vegan daughter, the quirky us, and of course, herself. I figured, ok–rock will have to wait. Then I learned we would be going on Sunday. I groaned because “Time! It will take all day!” and I didn’t want to be getting back late at night. But, ok. We invited one of College Girl’s roommates (her parents were in CA and couldn’t make it for the weekend and hey, what is one more stray. I made sure to let her know she was welcome to come home with RJ if there were breaks she didn’t have somewhere to go.) Off we went. First we stopped at a vegetarian breakfast place. (where RJ ate something that looked like dinner in my book) Roommate had to be back at the school by 2 for some study thing with someone.
Then we were off to Rock. Ok, we were off to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. I was in love from the time we walked in. I COULD have spent all day there. There were movies that we missed. We certainly couldn’t read every single thing on every single sign. It reminded me of the Smithsonian Museum of American History in that way. But, here is where I get grumpy. I am pretty sure there are more First Ladies than women artists showcased in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.
That isn’t to say I wasn’t entranced. I mean–OMG Rock and Roll. I’d certainly go back again and again and again. And if you are a music person who wants to buy music in a non-digital way–it looked like they had a good selection. But, when I ended up in the gift shop–blah. If I had a tot I wanted to blanket in Rock propaganda–I was good. If I was a guy-sure. If I was a woman (and I am) I was limited to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame version of oh, I was going to say “Legos for Girls” but really–not even that. I was irked. I mean point me at a gift shop and I can find something that intrigues me. But really, there? I wandered through and then double checked, then left.
Not only do they need a better representation as a whole in the museum of women who rock–but also consider that women might want something more than a pink glittery tshirt saying I heart the rock and roll hall of fame.