Do you ever do something so much with your family or friends that you don’t even realize that
it’s odd until you say or do that thing in the real world?
In the Alger home, watching television is not for the weak. Any horrendous/hideous/grotesque
monster or person that shows up on the screen can and will be compared to you. Actually, this
can be done at any time. A real example:
Yes. That is my brother calling me a hideous monster.
It keeps us humble, maybe.
Another thing we’d often do, are these little pranks where we’d pretend we’re all dead when
someone gets home. Or that we’re all frozen in time. Once we laid clothes around as if a
This went wrong when a close friend and I (the close friend is basically family, so she is in tune
to our ways), played this dead prank on her husband. He did not find it hilarious. How strange.
So again, it’s safe to say that we’re kind of turds. Now, we come to rock climbing. Never have I
seen a more supportive community. People are high fiving, telling each other they rock, they’re
awesome, etc., etc.
Then…there’s my sister and I:
You see we grew up ragging each other. This is how it always was and how it always will be. But
people of such a positive environment may not quite understand this…uh…ritual.
Now, our trash talk has never come down to lack of support. I remember when I fiiiiirst started
climbing and completed a simple V1, my sister ran up to me and started dancing and “WOO”-
ing around the boulder mat, much to the confusion of all the climbers.
But, that same day, she told me I couldn’t even get an ugly Hemsworth brother to look my way
(this really tarnished my Australian getaway plans). So really, it’s all quite balanced.
This has really turned into a PSA: if you happen to overhear me telling my little sister that she
“could probably climb better if the actual wall wasn’t so horrified by her ugly face”, then just
smile and nod and walk the other way. We’re doing all right.