PAYASITA POLITICO

The call-them-as-I-see-them political thoughts of a 28 year old mom. WARNING: THIS BLOG CONTAINS STRONG POLITICAL OPINION COUPLED WITH SARCASM AND SATIRE. HOPEFULLY IT WILL OFFEND. NOT FOR PEOPLE WITH HEART, LIVER, OR KIDNEY PROBLEMS. OR METROSEXUALS.

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I'm a crack-ho lazy mom who vacillates between feelings of inadequacy and delusions of grandeur. I am not bothered by kid snot, garlic breath or Bob Dylan's voice. But pinch me with your toes and I will probably kill you.

Wednesday, August 06, 2003

DIVERSITY

My neighborhood is quite diverse ethnically speaking. Some folks think this is a good thing. I am reserving judgment. I will now, for your reading enjoyment list the pros and cons. A good thing about living in an ethnically diverse neighborhood would be the possibility of experiencing different cultures thereby expanding your own personal knowledge and....... (insert further PC blather). The problem, realistically, is that newcomers to this country are afraid, mistrustful, or slightly intimidated by contemporary American natives (to put it bluntly, whites and blacks). I suppose this is understandable, as I would probably try not to draw too much attention to myself if I were a newcomer to a strange country. However, this does not make for a friendly environment. I think everyone feels a little out of their element. The things that make a particular ethnic group charming as a whole are swallowed up by the void of a melting pot. In neighborhoods where each house must conform to a certain look, bright spots of Mexican color or Asian kitsch glare out at you and remind you that the owners are Different. Very hard to be Zen in the 'burbs. So I walk through my neighborhood at night, jealously sniffing the enchiladas, barbecue, and curry chicken, knowing that I will never experience any of it in its native state unless I save some neighbor's life, or perhaps fall violently ill and become the object of pity (worth it if those enchiladas are half as good as they smell).

Tuesday, August 05, 2003

And Zelda Unwraps the Cheese

NOTE: Title of page is changed

For some reason I can't sleep. I've been having trouble with it for the past few months. So instead of cleaning my house, which desperately needs it, I am doing something slightly less productive.

I like my title - I can only think of good titles when I'm tired. But suburban decay seems to fit my psyche right now. That, however, is a good thing. The suburbs should decay. The era of their usefulness has long since waned and they have truly become bastions of wishful thinking; each home an island unto itself; each neighborhood a conglomerate of people with nothing in common. In the city you have the city - impersonal and constant. In the country you have peace (and snakes). In the suburbs, you have neighbors. Keep in mind that I'm not complaining. I don't hate the suburbs (or neighbors for that matter), I just hate feeling like I can't decide where to live. It feels as if there is something better that I've either just missed or is somewhere ahead of me in a mist down a dark alley lit by a single gaslight......