The Star-Bellied Sneetch
When I go to Swirl on Tuesday or Friday nights, I like to get all dolled up. Why the hell not? I work at home, most of the time in my workout clothes because I’m either exercising or at my computer, so it’s nice to comb my hair, put a little color on my lips and eyes, and don a cute outfit from my closet and wear high heels. Laurie called me a princess the other night. “Hey Princess,” she said. “That’s Queen to you,” I told her drolly.
To each her own is what I say. Clothes are accessories, they are not who we are. Sometimes I’m a slob, and sometimes I look cute depending on my mood and what is my priority. When I’m working at my desk it’s comfort – when I’m running errands, it depends. But to go out at night to have cocktails and see people, I like a little something something going on with myself. How we view each other and judge each other should be through tolerance – a young black boy wants to wear his pants midway down the crack of his butt – go for it. You want to live in your sweat pants – it’s a free country.
A media source and I were chatting back and forth on IM today about the state of the union in Media. Seems two big bulge bracket firms just let go of a lot of media analysts covering traditional media. He made a reference to the star bellies and we got going on that and Dr. Seuss and punk rock. I told him the Dead Kennedy’s used Sneetches in their lyrics to Holiday in Cambodia – the Sneetches star bellies became an insignia for being different – for looking different – and for who is in and who is not:
“Holiday In Cambodia”
So you been to school
For a year or two
And you know you’ve seen it all
In daddy’s car
Thinkin’ you’ll go far
Back east your type don’t crawl
Play ethnicky jazz
To parade your snazz
On your five grand stereo
Braggin’ that you know
How the niggers feel cold
And the slums got so much soul
It’s time to taste what you most fear
Right Guard will not help you here
Brace yourself, my dear:
It’s a holiday in Cambodia
It’s tough, kid, but it’s life
It’s a holiday in Cambodia
Don’t forget to pack a wife
You’re a star-belly sneetch
You suck like a leach
You want everyone to act like you
Kiss ass while you bitch
So you can get rich
But your boss gets richer off you
Well you’ll work harder
With a gun in your back
For a bowl of rice a day
Slave for soldiers
Till you starve
Then your head is skewered on a stake
Now you can go where people are one
Now you can go where they get things done
What you need, my son:.
Is a holiday in Cambodia
Where people dress in black
A holiday in Cambodia
Where you’ll kiss ass or crack
Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, [etc]
And it’s a holiday in Cambodia
Where you’ll do what you’re told
A holiday in Cambodia
Where the slums got so much soul
January 29th, 2008 at 2:59 pm
de ese primer párrafo digo “La envidia mata” y me uno a la repuesta tuya, yo también sería Reina para ella…
Why is it that we need to defend ourselves? why can’t people live and let live? is it too much time in our hands or simply not enough inches of brain? WHAT IN THE WORLD IS IT?
January 29th, 2008 at 4:03 pm
No se – creo que es una cosa que esa persona me mira y puede ser que pienses que a) yo creo que soy una Reina o Princesa, o b) ella crea que se falta porque no es una Reina o Princesa – en cualquier caso es la misma resultado – envidia. Pero lo mas dificil comprender es si ella queria, podia poner la misma ropa – no hay tiendas que venden a mi sola – y si no lo interes – bueno, callate la boca – bueno, no quiero empezar con lo de mas, porque hoy estoy en una situacion que quiero llamarla para decir – y tu? quien eres? y tu, que vas hacer? y tu, no hablas si no tienes algo para decir – algo differente – la misma mierda cada vez … hay mami todo el mundo esta loca, crees?
January 29th, 2008 at 6:27 pm
Todo el mundo…nos vemos el jueves, ¡Que bueno!
January 30th, 2008 at 9:06 am
Vamos a tener una maldita buena vez!