today i found the lyrics to this song on the web. as much as i love this city i did in fact find myself identifying with many of the lines. hmmmm.

anyway, for some reason i am reminded of the events of the other morning. becki and i had gone up to martha bros on 24th street and i waited outside with pointy while becki obtained her delicious cafinated beverage. i watched the construction workers accross the street and eavesdropped on a few chauvanist firemen who were basking in the sun nearby. then this young woman drove by in a non-descript car and began shrieking out her window, "AND I COULD HIT YOU WITH MY CAR AND I WOULDN'T GIVE A FUCK!!!! [sobbing]" she was clearly enraged and it appeared as though one of the construction workers accross the street was the source of her ire. i scrutinzed the workers, trying to guess which one s/he was. i then speculated as to what he/she had done to incur such wrath from this woman. conversations on the sidewalk outside martha bros. resumed and it seemed as though the morning would proceed as usual. the firemen were swapping stories about dead bodies they've had to help clean up. just as they were laughing about a woman "who got all hysterical, you know, a screamer" when they came to deal with her husband's dead body, there was a screeching of tires and the young woman in the non-descript car came around the block again. "YOU FUCKER! YOU FUCK! YOU FUCKING FUCK!! I WILL NEVER, NEVER EVER [unintelligable] EVER!!!!! [more sobbing]." there was more silence on the sidewalk. then one of the firemen chuckled smugly, "ten bucks says there's a boyfriend involved in there somewhere. heh heh heh." unanimous chuckling from the bunch. i rolled my eyes and hoped they would notice me doing it. yeah, brilliant deduction, bub. with a mind like that you ought to be a detective instead of a firefighter. luckily for them, none of them said, "well, you know women," or something like that. when becki came back out i started to tell her about this girl who'd been driving around the block -

"was she screaming?"
"yeah. how did you know?"
"they were talking about it inside. i guess she's been doing it all morning."

jesus christ. all morning. this distraught woman had been driving around 24th street all morning screaming at a construction worker. i was amazed that her voice hadn't blown out by now, and was momentarily jealous of such vocal capabilities. then i felt badly for her, what terrible thing had happened to cause her such distress? what bastard had antagonized her to such a point? grrrr.

yeah, but then, what if it was a man driving around screaming at a person who was trying to do her/his job? would i have felt any sympathy for him? no. would it have seemed mildly amusing albeit sad? no. it would have been fucking scary. if it had been a man i would have called the police. but (at least to me) because she was a woman, the enraged harasser's behavior, while clearly disturbed, seemed innocuous. hysterical behavior from an hysterical woman. but it *was* harassment. maybe the subject of her wrath was a duplicitous cheating monster. maybe s/he'd left her and made off with her sister and her cd collection. but maybe he/she was simply someone who'd just broken up with her/his emotionally unstable, abusive, stalker-ish significant other, who was just trying to do his/her job and get on with his/her life without being terrorized. what about that? and why wasn't anyone on the sidewalk reacting with that in mind? i have my theories, but i'd rather hear yours first...

Comments

[michelle]

you guys were fantastic last night!
WAR BUNNY!!!!!

[sETH c. mURRAY]

I just wanted to point out that I too hate george bush W jr

thanks for the opportunity to vent

sETH

[gigi]

do you know any good jokes that may express your distate for our unfortunate leader? if so, you could post them under my plea for jokes. please? jokes? please?

anyway, ol' george w.'s bad, but at least you don't have to refer to governor schwarzanegger (which i have no fucking clue how to spell)...