(Strange things happen when you combine a BA with codeine-like substances.)
Man, I usually don’t need a news article to make me feel like an inbred mutant, though up until reading it I had considered my grey-blue eyes to be rather nice and that despite being nearsighted were my best attributes when my tits aren’t visible. But maybe now I’m supposed to recogize them as the aberration they are and feel ashamed.
With this knowledge and forgetting myself for a minute I have a sudden desire to reexamine the Oedipus tragedy, for did he not, upon discovering that his wife was also Mumsy, gouge out his eyes with her dress pins? I bet his eyes were blue, while he still had them anyways.
Moving to other body parts, I’ve also been watching Dumbo again and seeing it as an expose on race relations in the US. I’m not talking about the representation of the crows (that’s obvious!), but of Dumbo himself. My theory is that the backstory has Mrs. Jumbo getting drunk one night (seems to be common enough at that circus:
) and waking up the next morning next to an African elephant who wasn’t her husband (or, that’s what she told Mr. Jumbo later). And lo and behond, 22 months later the stork brings her a baby elephant with big African elephant ears, and she’s like, how’d that get there? And then she’s shamed by her peers and Jumbo Jr’s taken away from her. And he only redeems himself in society by becoming a magic negro elephant who can fly. So really this whole story is just a parable about the unacceptance of mixed-race relationships and the mistreatment of “half-breed” children in a 20th century dual-race society. Interestingly, though, none of the other elephants ever argued that he wasn’t born in the US.
Isn’t it a shame I didn’t do arts grad school?
How awesome. I am a mutant. I wonder what powers I will get. And my blue eyes are my best attribute since I don’t have tits (man boobs don’t count right??).