I am a enormous fan of the show Weeds. It is a very interesting show about a suburban mother who gets into marijuana dealing after her husband dies suddenly. She encounters a whole other world (actually worlds) of ethnicity and behaviors that from her perspective are nothing she has dealt with before. She is also faced with the brutal truth, that while smoking a little pot for the average upper middle class person feels very safe, there is an underworld of violence there that if you smoke you are perpetuating on some level.
The show features a song called "Little Boxes" by Malvina Reynolds. Above is the original opening sequence.
Every week, there is a new version by another artist, which is really fun to see. The words resonate for me. I won't go into why (probably self evident that being a different color is not enough), but if anyone wants to chat about it offline, I am happy to. Here are some of the key lyrics:
Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes made of ticky tacky,1
Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes all the same.
There's a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one,
And they're all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.
And the people in the houses
All went to the university,
Where they were put in boxes
And they came out all the same,
And there's doctors and lawyers,
And business executives,
And they're all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.
1 comment:
my poppa used to sing that song to me ...
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