How equal are you when your arse is hanging out?

I had to fix something I had buggered up and it was going to take a while so I turned on the TV to zone out as I sorted out the problem. The old series of Star Trek came on. I hadn’t seen that for yonks (a long time). As I watched it occurred to me that although Star Trek was such an innovative and ground breaking program when it first came to air in the 60’s with it having all nationalities, races and genders portrayed co-existing on this mission of seeking out new life etc, it was also pretty sexist. Why were the women dressed as go-go dancers? As a kid this wouldn’t have registered to me that the men were fully dressed and the women had these tiny uniforms that didn’t cover their thighs and barely covered their arses. Why weren’t the women dressed like the men? Weren’t they on this mission together? And no, I’m not talking about the spin off spawn of Star Trek. I’m talking about the real Star Trek. How equal are you when your arse is hanging out? All childhood illusions are crushed.

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Today…

I wanted a particular job. I went to the interview determined to get it. I charmed the pants off the interviewers. I can be disgustingly charming when I choose to be. The things that come out of my mouth astound me– “team player”- “dedicated to the job”- “sure I know how to use that program (not)” - “no, I never listen to gossip”…you know, the usual stuff....anyway, I got the job. Yay me! But guess what? The job offer got cancelled an hour later due to ‘budgetary constraints.’ Well – bugger. You have to laugh don’t you?

So, I was driving home from work thinking about how bloody funny life is– ha-friggin-ha - and I decided that I take it too seriously. I always aim for stuff I cannot have. It’s a genetic coding issue. I suspect my convict ancestors believed they should have Captained the convict ship over and been pardoned when they got to Australia. We’re just like that. We expect to charm and bluff our way into stuff…probably how the convict ancestors got transported. Though I personally think they were framed. Anyway, this got me thinking about living the simple life – which if you knew me is hysterical as I am not programmed for simple. I am extra difficult with a side order of bossy and ‘oh god, not her again.’ So back to the simple life…for some reason I thought of Star Trek fans…you know Trekkies. They seem to lead these amazingly happy lives dressing up as Captain Kirk or whomever and going to conventions and speaking in Klingon. I loved the original Star Trek as a child. My brothers and I used to watch repeats religiously on a Sunday arvo many moons ago.



So Trekkies, to me, seem to have a good time. They are out mingling, swapping stuff, using pretend phasers and dreaming of beaming up somewhere into the final frontier of space. Good on them. That’s their passion in life. I admire passion. Then I started thinking about other people like Elvis impersonators - sorry tribute artists - and the Kiss Army and other similar groups . These people seem to have a bloody excellent time. They follow those they admire and they hurt no one. So why am I not following some pop culture phenomena with slavish devotion? What is wrong with me? That’s rhetorical by the way. As a demented teenager I once had this obsession with the Bay City Rollers. Yes, go figure. I loved them. I realised in later life when travelling in Scotland, and falling in immediate lust with a Highland god, that it was just the accent that had me. So spill, who did you have or still have a ‘thing’ for? Is there anyone you would slavishly follow with the devotion of a Trekkie? I bet you have someone Miss Molly.



So, it was only a fifteen minute drive home, but I thought much. As I wandered into the local bottlo (liquor store) I came to the conclusion that I probably will just remain the way I am – aim for stuff, get shot down then aim again. You know why? Because it’s so good when you stop.

Anny is talking about romance on www.annycook.blogspot.com. As always she is deep, meaningful and Zen like. I suspect she did not have an erratic crush on the Bay City Rollers when she was a teenager. Kelly, who is no doubt saying – who are the bloody Bay City Rollers – has the next riveting episode of the blog serial on www.kkirch.blogspot.com. I believe she is insane. Just a personal opinion. As always, I recommend the fine blogs to your left. They are wise, odd and funny…but then aren’t we all?

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Go ahead: Live with abandon. Be outrageous at any age. What are you saving your best self for?