Amy - Ames
It was during my "informative years" that I discovered a wonderful party. The Communist party! I look great in red. (Bonus, it's an acceptable color all year round). And to be known as a Pinko! I love PINK! ( the color, not the singer...though I bear her no ill will). To sweeten the deal Pat Robertson once announced Hell is full of lesbians and Communist. Gertrude Stein and Vladimir Lenin? This party is the place to be! And the literature! Chairman Mao's " Little Red Book", Gorky ( they named a park after him), And The Communist manifesto- far more interesting than that quasi-Ludditte Unabomber's manifesto. Leaps and bounds ahead of Eric Rudolph's "manifesto" about the "Electronic Jew"- sounds like a break dancer from Bensonhurst- highly suspicious.
By my late teens I was well on my way to becoming a full fledged card carrying member of the Communist party. And soon the reality that I was, in some ways, the typical American teenager began to emerge. Fashion! Seriously Fidel Castro, olive drab all the time? And you're a lawyer, not a general! Chairman Mao....man didn't bother to bathe or brush his teeth. Gross! There's a photo of Mao meeting Imelda Marcos. Ms. Imelda has an expression that's almost pleading for a HAZMAT suit. We all suffer with her in spirit. It probably explains her clothes shopping sprees...a form of outreach. Bless her heart.
And as that unknown man bodly stood down the tank in Tiananmen Square I waved " Goodbye " to the Commies and said "Hello" to Seattle. The fashion didn't improve but they had music and coffee! As I went through that episode I became introspective. I cultivated a strong understanding of irony. And I tapped into the ever flowing river of sarcasm that is a cornerstone of Generation X.
All the while, diligently consuming any book onto which I could get my little monkey paws. I also hung out with Calvin and Hobbes and Monty Python.
And what exactly is my point? For one thing, most anyone who writes a manifesto has seriously questionable hygiene practices (Maybe not Karl Marx...I dunno). And is there possibly a correlation between Communism and Grunge? I leave that one to the experts.
It's what I've learned about myself thus far. I am an absolute and complete contradiction.
Examples:
I don't have time for heroes
My grandmother is my hero
I'm not much for religion
The one thing I miss about Florida is the church that I attended
I love being independent
I sleep better when my best friend stays the night
You get the point.
Just like this blog, I am a work in progress. The (R)evolution continues...
Happiness can be found in even the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.- Albus Dumbledore
(Well I've always been a geeky girl)
Follow Amy on instagram @alemerick70
By my late teens I was well on my way to becoming a full fledged card carrying member of the Communist party. And soon the reality that I was, in some ways, the typical American teenager began to emerge. Fashion! Seriously Fidel Castro, olive drab all the time? And you're a lawyer, not a general! Chairman Mao....man didn't bother to bathe or brush his teeth. Gross! There's a photo of Mao meeting Imelda Marcos. Ms. Imelda has an expression that's almost pleading for a HAZMAT suit. We all suffer with her in spirit. It probably explains her clothes shopping sprees...a form of outreach. Bless her heart.
And as that unknown man bodly stood down the tank in Tiananmen Square I waved " Goodbye " to the Commies and said "Hello" to Seattle. The fashion didn't improve but they had music and coffee! As I went through that episode I became introspective. I cultivated a strong understanding of irony. And I tapped into the ever flowing river of sarcasm that is a cornerstone of Generation X.
All the while, diligently consuming any book onto which I could get my little monkey paws. I also hung out with Calvin and Hobbes and Monty Python.
And what exactly is my point? For one thing, most anyone who writes a manifesto has seriously questionable hygiene practices (Maybe not Karl Marx...I dunno). And is there possibly a correlation between Communism and Grunge? I leave that one to the experts.
It's what I've learned about myself thus far. I am an absolute and complete contradiction.
Examples:
I don't have time for heroes
My grandmother is my hero
I'm not much for religion
The one thing I miss about Florida is the church that I attended
I love being independent
I sleep better when my best friend stays the night
You get the point.
Just like this blog, I am a work in progress. The (R)evolution continues...
Happiness can be found in even the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.- Albus Dumbledore
(Well I've always been a geeky girl)
Follow Amy on instagram @alemerick70