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Showing posts from July 1, 2008

The Chickens Need Us

Today I participated in a Peta protest against Kentucky Fried Chicken. I haven't protested in years, but it felt better than ever to be a part of it. Some very friendly and dedicated people joined me, and two of them heroically endured an hour and a half sweltering inside of a chicken suit, waving to motorists. I held up one end of the banner saying "Boycott Kentucky Fried Cruelty" over the freeway. We got a huge response from the road, cheerful honks and supportive waves, along with about a hundred middle fingers, several wanking-off motions, and one very enthusiastic mime chicken eater. There was one actual car accident when a trucker blind to everything except giving us the finger, failed to stop in time and hit the car in front of him. No one was injured, thank goodness, and he was pretty sheepish.

One unbelievable sight was an open-top truck filled all the way up with GUTS that passed beneath us. About two tons of animal gut…

Malibu, 1978

When I was a hippie kid I used to dream about going to one of the elite, new-england horse camps I saw advertised in the back of all my horse magazines. I stared at the pictures of girls on jumping horses soaring over fences. I imagined I could become one of them, wearing immaculate jodhpurs and grooming my own horse in an elegant barn. When my grandmother offered to send me to a California horse camp called "Calamigos" in Malibu, I was beyond excited.

It was 1978. I was eleven years old and The Bee-Gees were HOT. Although not the polished English academy I had envisioned Camp Calamigos had its own kind of California glamour. Our councilors were groovy young people with mustaches and feathered hair, and the campers were children of wealthy playboys and celebrities. As a hippie kid straight from the commune I had to endure the catty girls' comments about my clothes and newly-grown armpit hair.

There were some really fun times, however. I remember with gratitude girl …

Stop the Madness

This sign, though charming, baffles me. What is it trying to say? Stop poop? Clean up after your dog? Be an honest and nice person? I may be over-thinking it.