Last night the Professor made dinner for a bunch of us–pork ribs, cole slaw, salad, corn on the cob, corn bread, bean soup, potato wedges, and brownies. There was so much food and it was so, so good.
Over dinner we talked about authenticity and the tension between the cool and the co-opters of cool, how the cool need to be co-opted in order for their vision to spread, but how once their vision is spread, it runs the risk of no longer being cool, and they with it. Couple that with the fact that the cool are not nearly as cool as they seem if you start asking too-tough questions about authenticity and you have all kinds of interesting tensions*.
Also, I decided last night, though I didn’t bring it up, that three of my toes are really cute, one of them is ordinary, and one of them looks unfortunately like a submarine.
Let’s take them in order–The piggy that went to market is very cute. It is narrow as it comes off the foot and then has a nice round shape at the top. The piggy that stayed home is also very cute, long, but not garish, and pleasantly plump. You’d put the piggy that stayed home in your mouth if it were clean and the left one has a cute freckle. The piggy that had roast beer also very cute. Almost the twin of the piggy that stayed home**. But the piggy that had none?
I don’t wear terrible dress shoes, but it’s apparent that the piggy that had none is a casualty of women’s shoes. It really looks like a torpedo and snuggles itself under the piggy with roast beef like it’s ashamed of how non-toe-like it looks anymore.
The piggy that went whee whee whee all the way home is okay cute. It’s somewhere between torpedo and attractive.
But from the bottom, I think it’s a different story. The big toe is not so cute from the bottom. Both of them have big thick callouses on the side. But my other toes?
God damn. They look so round and pink and happy. How can you not love them?
*Though, thank god, no one used the word problematize, my least favorite word in the English language, followed closely by praxis and then hegemony. Hegemony used to be my least favorite word, but then I found out that it actually does have a useful meaning, if used correctly. I’m still not convinced that there’s any reason for the other two words to exist other than to allow the person using them to construct a little impenetrable word fort around his weak ideas.
**Though this genetic mutation passed me by, many folks in my family have conjoined piggies that stayed home and piggies that had roast beef. If you’re good, the Butcher will show you his webbed toes.
It was always my experience that those in the “cool” crowd were very self-conscious, unsure, and consistently in fear of losing their position.
Their lives resemble that of a politician, for obvious reasons.
Rodent Queen over at Squirrels on Snark had a high old time one day at a party last summer telling everyone I had a “freaky toe.”
The alledged “freaky” toe, which does kind of hang low on the side of both of my feet, is regrettably sort of weird, however, I tried to buy shoes over the weekend and I found myself contemplating the idea of if I wear sandals, would the “freaky” toe be conspicious.
Exador–true enough. Though, I cannot believe that you were not among the cool back when you were young enough to be cool.
Newscoma–How “freaky” can this toe be? I need details. Does it stay up late at night whispering things to the dog?
I confered with Rodent Queen, and she said the best way to describe the toe is it looked like it slipped down the side of my foot, refusing to follow the path of the other “piggies.”
As for the talking to the dog, Squirrely says I’m now forever called the Toe Whisperer.(I should have never asked for her opinion.)
My dogs shrimp me constantly, and most of the time, I don’t mind, but as for any audible conversation between the dog and Mabel (dog at right), I’m not so sure.
Don’t you have TEN toes? Are you ignoring one entire foot, or are we supposed to assume that both feet are alike?