« on: October 04, 2008, 02:30:43 PM »
I have to admit something here, and admit it publicly. Which is never easy. Private admissions are more comfortable.
I didn't finish "The Beauty Myth". I got to maybe page 25 and dropped it on the floor. I didn't make any attempt to analyze my reaction to it (and it was a reaction, I know, not a response!), all I could think was "presumptuous little twerp" and "sour grapes" and a touch of "who the hell do you think you are , anyway?"
It was much the same as the reaction I had to "Lies, Secrets, and Silences", which I still think was unadulterated shit. Touchy-feely unadulterated shit.
I have a friend, a good friend, born in Holland at the very end of the war, brought here as an infant, her dad got a job in a mill, but they really did live hand-to-mouth for years, they had nothing but a couple of changes of clothes when they arrived. She quit school in about grade nine or ten and went to work in a sawmill. She was the right age but not the right "class" to go fullscale hippy, but she spent some time on the edges of it. Met a guy, they had two kids, both of them working at "whatever". She went to work in an oyster plant and even won a couple of "best shucker on the coast" competitons. Between them they lived a good life. Good enough they dared dream and he quit his job at the mill and they invested every cent they had in a prawn boat.
Then her wrists started to act up. Then her fingers would swell. At first all she had to do was ice them when she got home and the swelling would be gone by morning but over time...until she couldn't shuck any more. And they had to sell the prawn boat, it's brutal work and they were twenty years late getting together the money to buy it, he just couldn't do it any more, his back rebelled.
So there they are. Coming on to retirement age. Each of them working at basic wage, both of them crocked up by the work they did. And they aren't alone! This Island and this coast is covered with people just like them. Always paid their taxes in full and on time, no criminal convictions or hidden skeletons, well liked, intelligent, she does photography and sells greeting cards with her photo's on the front, it's a sideline, a hobby, and she's good but doesn't think of herself as an artist. And yet she really is!
And then some young twit writes a book and becomes some sort of heroine for a day and it is to make anybody choke on bile!!
I am sure my friend, on listening to Sarah Palin, would howl with laughter. Her reasons might be very different than mine, but we'd meet and agree that nobody with a million dollars worth of assets is "middle class" and sure as hell not working class and it's an act, and she does it well. wink, wink, nudge, nudge. And I know my dear friend wouldn't have made it to page 25 in that self satisfied little oh-aren't-I-the-clever-one piece of shit.
And I think there's something the Palins and Kleins of the world share in common...and it's a lack of real respect and even love for the people they're trying to appeal to, trying to lecture to, trying to USE for their own ends.
Of course, we know about me, eh?
"Too political", they tell me.