Archive | July, 2009

Dear Disney Dreams

11 Jul

Dear Disney Dreams,

When we were little, my older sister K wanted to grow up to be Tigerlily.

Now, I started thinking about this because I’ve been working on an evaluation project that involves going through THOUSANDS of public school children’s surveys and let me tell you, there is a LITTLE GIRL NAMED TIGERLILY in the United States RIGHT NOW.

And she has won the cool name contest out of thousands. Hands Down. No contest.

Anyway, so when we were little, K wanted to grow up to be Tigerlily. Or an angel or a cheerleader, but that’s beside the point. (The angel one made my parents a little nervous).

When I was little, I wanted to grow up to be Peter Pan. Keep in mind I had a good role model for this, adoring as I did the real people version of the movie, starring Mary Martin who was fun and charming and could fly and sing and dance and crow, and was absent the later sexual energy between Peter and Wendy, as represented in Disney’s 2005 real people version, which I also highly recommend.

So it’s not as weird as it might seem. Except that I also kind of wanted to be Captain Hook. But that came later. It was less of a dream of “When I grow up I want to be…” as that when I was doing musical theater camp in the summer (duh), and the chosen production was Peter Pan, I knew– and I maintain this today– that as an actor, it is more fun to play the villain.

I got cast as Smee.

Moving right along…the thing is, I knew early on that the whole princess thing was kind of boring. Though I did figure out that servants were always the nice ones who turned out to be the most beautiful and kind and adored (Cinderella, Snow White, even Beauty started with books and hauling water for her crazy father). So following this logic, when I played Dress-Up with K or my neighbor who had a crazy, crazy trunk full of store-bought princess gowns, I always wanted to be the servant.

But– oddly– we never reached the part of the game where they admitted that they were the spoiled brat ugly stepsisters and fell to my feet in apology and worship.

So that kind of sucked.

I also totally wanted to be the sexy mouse in Fievel Goes West. She wore sassy saloon clothes! And was feistier than the human heroines.

The foxes in Robin Hood were pretty foxy too.

Oh, the weird implications that Disney has woven into all of our lives…

Bless it!

MM

Dear Seagull

10 Jul

Dear Seagull,

Hey you! With the motley feathers on the top of your head. You look like your mama bred with a squirrel, maybe, and a rat somehow licked your egg and transferred some dirty DNA.

Look at that other seagull over there. As my favorite boyfriend G, pointed out, he probably flew over from Bremerton. He’s clean, and white and gray where he’s supposed to be, and in fact, he’s standing on top of a rock while you seem to be in some sort of uneven hole? And you, my friend, are pure Seattle. You’ve been bathing in tank oil and eating french fries from Ivar’s tourists forever.

Your left foot is all duck-footed– you’re a seagull, remember– and man those feathers on the top of your head are GROSS. They are about to wither and die while still on your body.

And in fact, your entire body is a kind of mottled (accurate and perfect in its connotation of ugly) grayblackwhite and maybegreen? Which cannot be natural. I’m telling you, that squirrel/rat combination did no good to your mother’s genes.

What the hell, seagull, you’ve taken from being a smallish vulture/overly large crow/flying raccoon/freegan (scavengers, people, they’re all scavengers) to being a searatquirrel, whose main weapon is UGLY.

I just really felt the need to express that.

All right, go on, waddle off and fly in a crooked line into the sunset,

MM

Dear Weasels

9 Jul

Dear Weasels,

Where, oh where, have you gone? Shouldn’t you be among our oxymoronic “city wildlife” of raccoons and squirrels and opossums (seriously, why the O? Why?) and other things that carry rabies ‘n’ shit? (Phrase trademarked by MM 2005, back off Kanye it’s mine).

I’m not even sure I know what you look like! Do you live in holes? Seriously, weasels, considering that you’re supposedly a pretty common North American creature, your info is sparse. Are you related to the badger?

I mean, ok, there’s the one song, “Pop! …goes the weasel” (creative punctuation by me) but it’s not even a weasel that pops out of the scary little wind-up box, it’s a clown, and it’s even called a jack-in-the-box, not a weasel-in-the-box. And while overly familiar, I’m not even sure it counts as a song. Are there other words besides the title?

You really need a new publicist.

I mean, even your most common reference– “kind of weasel-y” isn’t a stellar recommendation.

What the hell, weasels. Get it together.

MM

PS– ok, ok, I looked it up on Wikipedia (nobody can say that I don’t do my research):

The most common 2 verses are these:

Half a pound of tuppenny rice,
Half a pound of treacle.
That’s the way the money goes,
Pop goes the weasel.
Every night when I get home
The monkey’s on the table,
Take a stick and knock it off,
Pop goes the weasel.

The rest sometimes include but ARE NOT LIMITED TO:

All around the mulberry bush (or cobbler’s bench)
The monkey chased the weasel;
The monkey thought ’twas all in fun, (or “’twas all in good sport”) (or “that it was a joke”)
Pop! goes the weasel.
A penny for a spool of thread,
A penny for a needle—
That’s the way the money goes,
Pop! goes the weasel.
Jimmy’s got the whooping cough
And Timmy’s got the measles
That’s the way the story goes
Pop! goes the weasel.
All around the vinegar jug
The monkey chased the weasel;
The monkey pulled the stopper out,
Pop! goes the weasel.
I’ve got no time to wait aside,
No time to sit and bide my time,
I’m off for now. Hello, Goodbye!
Pop! goes the weasel.
Mixer Masker Doodley Doo
This is what the turtles doo!
Mixer Masker Doofey Fong
This is the good old Turtley song!

I can’t say that any of this has helped with my confusion/general poor associations with weasels.

Though I was interested to learn that “all around the mulberry bush”– clearly another song from my childhood I do not know all the lyrics to, since I thought that was about it, and I believe I finished with “and all fall down” which obviously is just an adaptation of “Ring Around the Rosie” (now there’s a creepy song)– is perhaps associated with “Pop! …goes the weasel” (yes, the creative punctuation is still mine and I’m sticking with it) and perhaps even one and the very same.

The things we learn as we grow older and wiser and allow the interwebs to educate us.

And children’s songs to return to haunt us.

Dear Exposed Brick

6 Jul

Dear Exposed Brick,

Awww. You’re so charming! A little piece of history right there for our eyes to see. And our hands to feel. And such a nice, varied background color.

I would use the word variegated but I’m not sure what it means.

Mottled just sounds ugly, as accurate as it may be.

And you, exposed brick, you are delightful. Historical. Reminiscent of lofts and pre-war-somenumber buildings and open live/work spaces and cool-people hidden back-alley entrances to jazz clubs.

I hope you are doing well, and crumbling slowly, and enjoying your moment of hard-earned, soft-paletted glory.

Fondly, romanticizedly,

MM

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