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Ticky Tacky
2/6/2007 6:51 am Last Read: |
Little boxes on the hillside, Little boxes made of ticky-tacky, Little boxes, little boxes, Little boxes, all the same. There's a green one and a pink one And a blue one and a yellow one And they're all made out of ticky-tacky And they all look just the same. And the people in the houses All go to the university, And they all get put in boxes, Little boxes, all the same. And there's doctors and there's lawyers And business executives, And they're all made out of ticky-tacky And they all look just the same. And they all play on the golf-course, And drink their Martini dry, And they all have pretty children, And the children go to school. And the children go to summer camp And then to the university, And they all get put in boxes And they all come out the same. And the boys go into business, And marry, and raise a family, And they all get put in boxes, Little boxes, all the same. There's a green one and a pink one And a blue one and a yellow one And they're all made out of ticky-tacky And they all look just the same. My Sex Diva sistah in Seattle posts this sometimes in her journal when she's getting overstressed with things. She's one of My People; the ones with a dimension too many, piercings, tattoos, artist, going through life happy until people who don't live the lifestyle remind her how WEIRD she is, how WRONG she is. She should stop being promiscuous, take all that stuff out of her face, cut her son's long hair, put her kids in a proper school, eat more meat as she's always anaemic, get a REAL job so she won't have to live in a flat her parents gave her. "Stop being you," they tell her, "and be more like us, so we don't have to be jealous, don't have to wish we could be as free as you, as wild as you, to escape the day to day bullshit like you." She still works her ass off, still has her days of wondering where the hell money is coming from, still has plenty of issues of her own. Being an artist isn't as much a lark as people think - they work harder than you realise, mostly because they're mucking through the quagmire of the world just to try and reach for the beauty they're seeing in their heads...and no one thinks it's worth reaching for. Suburbs make more sense. Giant, overly expensive vehicles make more sense. Doing a job you don't like makes more sense. Bleuch. They give me the creeps. You see that photo? How could anyone think that's a good idea? It's just....gods. That sort of life has been satired so many times, and people laugh and say "Yes, it's true! It's madness! It's ludicrous and makes no sense. Aren't we pathetic?" And then on Monday...they go back. Another friend of mine is actually quite successful. She lives in Orange County - gods knows why. Ticky Tacky everywhere. It's freaky, I didn't know humans can all look EXACTLY THE SAME if that is what is expected of them (well I live in England so it shouldn't surprise me, actually). She took a video of an expensive party; it was eerie. One girl did this "Oh I'm so sexy" flip of her hair with one hand. Almost as if it were a cue, every single girl around her did the exact same move a few seconds afterwards as if they reached the same conclusion in their minds "Oh, that looked cool, I'll do the exact same thing." They all had the same hair, the same outfits, were the same size, the same height, the same shade of tan. Do they manufacture people like this somewhere? Gah. I picked her out on the video because her hair is in a Chelsea/Mohichan and she's a septum piercing, a curvy size 12 in a room full of size 5's. It's not hard to do, she seems the only living being in a room full of drunken Barbies. But she's not happy. I can see that immediately. Apparently, she's considered odd and bordering on disgusting in California. It kills her daily to be there, a piece at a time, but she wanted to be successful, and well known. She's got that, sure - but it's killing her. I hate watching it. I hate what being around those Ticky Tacky people is doing to her, solely because of...what? She's got a piercing? She's not a stick figure? *sigh* Keep your ticky tacky, say thankya. I don't want it. It scares me. |
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2/6/2007 8:13 am |
Yes!!! OMG.. I've never been able to articulate this. *Takes your tickytacky phrase and runs off with it, giggling with glee!*
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2/6/2007 10:19 am |
Apparently, she's considered odd and bordering on disgusting in California. Eeek! Please don't paint all 33.8 million of us Californians with the conservative colors of Orange County! (Republican-ville) If California isn't counter-culture friendly I don't know where is. It's too bad your friend is in "the OC". She'd fit right in in Davis, or Santa Cruz, and might even be considered boring in Berkeley! (All university towns coincidently.) Most parts of San Francisco and Oakland would be fine too, among other places. I'm sure there are similar places in Southern California, but I don't know that part of the state as well. Lisa ( <----- CA native, NOT a stick, all original parts!)
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2/6/2007 2:07 pm |
Please.. don't assume this is cali specific. Me n the boston suburbs have a kinda running dislike. Imagine.. going to a school meeting, prepared to talk about kids. Same stuff.. excellent post
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