Prong!
Irrelephant issued a challenge…use the word PRONG in a post.
Well, that’s too juicy to argue with!
I’ve been thinking all morning about clothes.
Not prongs. Not...exactly.
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I’ve become keenly aware of what other women are wearing. Which is a new thing for me. I used to not care what other people wore. I used to be more punk rock. More edgy, more torn-shirt, more men-boxers-as-shorts. More DIY. More…something…unique. Slightly weird, perhaps…winking and showing my tatas in a too-low-top, pronging guys in the butt with my finger, making sly comments to my girlfriends about threesomes.
Now I could be one of those Capris-and-scoop-neck-shirt women modeling in the JCPenneys catalog. Holding a 2-pronged BBQ spork over a grill, pointing at a pile of raw t-bones, smiling like I can’t wait til the kids go to bed and I can curl up with a pile of coupons to clip. Bland and staid and ready to carpool.
What. The. Hell. Happened?
NOW I get what David Byrne was talking about!
I want my edge back, dammit, and I want it NOW. I want to be able to swear when I talk and not feel guilty. I want to buy clothes in the Juniors section. I want to be able to drink again, Really Drink, not to the point of puking, but just to the point of a slight hangover the next day. I want to write something scary and fun, self-publish something just because I can. I want to learn to draw. I want a fast red car that thumps the ground wherever I idle. I don’t get it…Me, wearing conservative clothes, while the only “cool” mom I know wears cute little tattoo-encrusted tops and low-slung jeans that cling to her ass…I’m jealous. Inside I'm all college-radio-and-Juxtapoz, but outside I'm like every other soccer mom. Grrr....
Will someone prong me with a fork? And get my ass moving? Maybe to the Juniors section?
posted by Mona Buonanotte @ 7:23 AM
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"Prong" AND "spork" in the same post. You are a true wordsmith, Mona! As for the pronging and poking (I almost wrote "porking, it rhymed a lot nicer") well, not sure about all that. Maybe you just got tired of the effort it takes to be different?
I wore my hair long for some 15 years, like halfway-to-my-arse long. Had to cut it for a job and realised that crewcuts don't take a lot of WORK. I swore mighty oaths before pagan gods that I'd never wear anything but Levis red-tab jeans and white lace-up sneakers in public, but just this weekend I found myself in Wal-Mart in a pair of khaki cargo shorts and sandals and a pale green t-shirt. I could have been any frat boy off the street except for the silver hair and the dashing moustache.
I think we're just getting tired, Mona. *lol*
I think you're pretty damn edgy, at least as you portray yourself or write. But in real life? I can see how the real husband and kids and soccer practices could put the chill on your cool. Maybe you and Sergei should plan a little role playing later...he can be your Billy Idol to your Deborah Harry....
Why stay in college, why go to nightschool?
"Stop Making Sense" played every weekend at The River Oaks Theatre in Houston Tx., in 1986-7 and I danced until I cramped (appr. 5min.)almost every week there.
Parts of that movie still plays on my eyelids, when I close my eyes at night.
A love prong offering most worthy.
I have always been, and remain, a t-shirt and jeans sort of woman.
I know what you mean.
I hear ya. Maybe we all slow down with time? ;)
Rant on, baby! :-D
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