I used to have it. Morbidly, in a way. Now, I just don’t want to know.
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I saw WASP ugly today, a good reminder about why a certain kind of middle-class white folk has the reputation that it has.
A little boy of four (mine, as it happens, but this is beside the point) fell off of his tube in a lazy river in a crowded public pool. He didn’t want to fall off, and it scared him more than a bit (luckily his dad was there to grab him a moment later).
It happened to make a splash. And some of this splash landed on an upper-middle-class looking woman, thin, blonde, forty-something, well made up and in a new swimsuit. She was also sailing down the lazy river.
And she let loose with a “Seriously! Seriously?! Take it to the kiddie pool!” while looking back and forth between myself and said four year old, fearful now of both the water and of her. To which her silverback, perfect-hair husband with the slightly hairy chest and great fitness body responded, also while looking at us, “I don’t know why they let them in here.”
Apparently they’d decided to live out their Cabo san Lucas dreams at Lagoon a Beach and we spoiled them with just a bit of water in a public pool. Must have mussed her spendy makeup and hairdo.
I picked up said boy and said to the man, with more than a bit of a stare, “Yeah, I know what you mean.”
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The ferris wheel is the greatest amusement ride ever invented. Riding on a ferris wheel is like meditation, or like touching heaven. Ride on it at night, at the end of a long day and as the close of the evening, and something magical happens.
There are few more edifying and reflective spaces or moments in life. I’d put it up against any church.