Sunday, October 26, 2008

Ellen Goodman, journalist...

"Normal is getting dressed in clothes that you buy for work and driving through traffic in a car that you are still paying for - in order to get to the job you need to pay for the clothes and the car, and the house you leave vacant all day so you can afford to live in it."

Thursday, October 02, 2008

Dust off those dancing shoes..

For the first time - in a long time, I partied like a rock star.

Ha. Exaggeration - rephrase. For the first time, in a long time, I went out dancing in a nightclub.

Stop - I can see you roll your eyes from here.

Arriving late - taking too long to dress up and dancing on the makeshift semi-platform all sounds recipe for a girl's night out.

The truth is - I took too long to dress because I felt t-shirts and Birkenstocks don't exactly cut it at a nightclub and also dancing on the makeshift whatchamacallit not really about being a poser in the club but honestly we had no other place to stand on the crowded dance floor.

These little revelations about myself made me think. I never particularly cared how I appeared in crowds (so long I maintained basic hygiene standards) and I never really gave a (hoot) where I should be positioned in the club - on dance floor, at the bar, by the DJ console?

Why did it matter last night?

I then realised being in that rather unfamiliar setting (hey, it HAS been that long since I've out of the cage), initially made me uncomfortable.

I have my reservations about crowds, I have my reservations about people that frequent clubs (of which all is better revealed in person) .. and the number of young kids carrying blackberry-s... (why? do they need to be in communication ALL the time?)

And.. and the cars that rolled up in the car park..

All that materialism shown - is it really important to have a flashy wardrobe and funky gadgets so you will stand out in the crowd?
Or it is important to say they "partied" all night but don't say they were among the many that stared nervously at the empty dance floor.

People hold back but yet want to be liberated.

People outdo each other on all counts but yet want to fit in.

Well - nothing held my mates and I back for sure - it was a dance like there was no tomorrow...
in 19th century wardrobe..