So why did Minnow write all these "juvenile", "silly", "low-brow", and "crude" poems on her blog?
Well, she doesn't know.
Minnow started this blog as a drafting board, a fermenting ground. The idea is to write without inhibition, to free think, to let the mind wander, to experiment with words. Perhaps some day these will become fodder for something more elaborate. But for now, this blog is not meant to be a serious literary pursuit, which is why she is "Minnow" in bloggersphere.
Minnow doesn't like poetry at all. It baffles her that she keeps churning out childish rhymes. Is she suppressing something that somehow finds it way out?
(When in doubt, go Freudian. Even if you aren't right, you can't be entirely wrong. That's why we love Freud.)
Another plausible explanation is that Minnow needs some down time. She can only pretend to be serious, smart, charged and coherent for so many hours of the day. Like every evolved, urban, two-finned, office-bound android/fish out of water, Minnow switches to "Power Save" every now and then to conserve energy, her precious qi. In fact, everyone around the world has his/her own Power Save mode:
For men: All men drink beer. Japanese men also read Manga, Russian men down vodka, American men watch cable TV, Brazilian men play soccer, Hong Kong men bet on horses, and French men have sex.
For women: All women read glossy magazines. Japanese women also shop, Polish women get their hair colored, American women get manicures and pedicures, Hong Kong women shop and play mahjong, and French women have sex (in my next life I want to be French, male/female).
So what happens when someone does almost none of the above?
Well, she behaves out of her character, such as writing silly poems.
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Self, or sanity, preservation comes in many forms, no doubt. Although I'm no Japanese, man or otherwise, my reprieve from studying/job interviews comes in the form of manga, or better yet, a dubiously extensive, copyright-infringing collection of anime on You Tube.
With that said, our power save/downtime pursuits are also bound by economic/budgetary constraints like all pursuits in life. In the perfect world, yours truly will have Manolo Blahniks overflowing her closet (it's the HK girl in me. And no Louboutins, thank you) and a house overrun by dogs (please I ask no one to go Freudian with that) who, by the way, will not chew up my Manolos. Unfortunately, neither my bank account or landlord would appreciate such options.
May as well.
Evidence of generation gap:
1. Minnow hasn't graduated from Doraemon to manga. She has this thing with cats, real or mechanical, alive or animated.
2. Minnow is still too busy figuring out this thing called RSS to explore YouTube.
3. Minnow will only consider Manolos/Louboutins, or any Gucci/Fifi/Didi if they have cushioned soles or features that allow her to battle and out run the raging bulls charging at her at NYC's Grand Central Terminal every morning and evening.
But a woman needs to feel attractive. So don't let my "old cake" mentality stop you from aspiring to own those shoes...
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