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Highway patrol, sheriff, city cop, etc--all assume a certain authority
status by virtue of being what they are. I'm not a huge fan of the police in
general, but that said they leave me alone. I like to think some of
them do indeed serve and protect. Not all cop cars are black and white of
course, but that is the generally recognized standard. Which also can be a nice
metaphor, as in whether a person believes in values in terms of degree, or not.
A near definition of fundamentalism is a view of life in terms of all or
nothing.
As such it is an almost perfect contrast to reality. Thus the Fashion Police
car
becomes what might be thought of as an
'anti-symbol'. Life boiled down to black and white, is no life at all.
How cute, toy 'google eyes' all over that car, look honey. But wait, they're
forming some sort of--Jesus in Heaven, cover the children's eyes quick! Save
us from the liberal hippie peaceniks! And dial 911 (this actually happened)!
The implications of
playfulness around authority are obvious, to me at least. I never thought so
many people would react so strongly to something so quietly unconventional.
The patterns across the car emerge upon extended admiration; many people don't
seem to
notice at all. Or maybe they're working on not noticing; that happens a lot
too.
To all those who say I'm just scrapping for attention, I say guilty as charged,
and so what. Who isn't. Most of the patterns may be seen as an attempt to
convey the dual
aspects of fertility--sperm and egg. There's a helix of DNA on the roof. So
that whole black and white male and female right and wrong duality of life
thing again. This car is about as much fun as is legal. I'm never bored.
Besides, I've always been fascinated by procreation, or at least how we go
about it. "We" being the general we--since queers try not to populate, as a
general
rule.
The stickers came about recently, though for viewing's sake they are what most
people see first. Not that its sluggish, its got 250 horses somewhere under
that vast hood. I'm just slow. It gets me around.
Last week in town I fought with one of the local sheep (there's more churches
here than gas stations). I had car trouble, we exhanged words, me telling her
that the tow truck was on the way, her making it clear that she wanted me back
in the car and away from her children, due in any moment off the school bus.
After ensuing glares, she waited at the end of her driveway for her kids while
I waited on the shoulder of the road for the tow truck. Three of them got off
the school bus; she had to physically restrain them from approaching. She
didn't even see the stickers. Christian Hospitality Sucks Ass.
So why did I stick all this stuff on my car? Because you're not supposed to?
Because I think its idiotic to spend $80,000 for a German sports sedan with
blue xenon headlights when other people wonder if they can afford to splurge on
breakfast cereal? Because I enjoy confusing people? Because I had to?
