Disbelief
I have been doing nothing but writing papers for the last week, all of which are due today. Two down, one to go. The one I spent totally disproportionate amount of time on though is about ravers. :P Yep. the Party Kidz.
First street art, now raves? I'm lovin' it!! (What am I doing?) I couldn't help it though. When I had to write a response paper about media moral panics, and since I wrote about medical pot the last time around, I couldn't resist but go for the MDMA panic of ten years ago, right around the time when I myself stumbled upon both the rave scene and all it's glorious, emphatic e'ness.
As I wrote to my friend Aaleeya in a recent email (as of 15 min ago):
All while I was writing it, I kept thinking, rave days are gone. then I got an email from a friend (one of larry's buddies) who said he went to one a few weeks ago. and I totally saw the under-20 contingent at Firefly rocking big pants, candy bracelets - that's the plastic beaded ones, and fairy wings, just like I did (minus the wings, those were a symbol of being a raver ho) TEN Friggin years ago. Although I gotta say that was more disturbing than anything. And then doing an image search on google for ravers brought up all these myspace profiles of self-professed nu-ravers. I guess raves are totally still around.
and here I was feeling just a TINGE silly for not being willing to part with my phat pants. HA. I will outlive this silly obsession with skinny jeans!
Here's yours truly, rockin' dem phat pants, back in '99:
Oh. Joy.
First street art, now raves? I'm lovin' it!! (What am I doing?) I couldn't help it though. When I had to write a response paper about media moral panics, and since I wrote about medical pot the last time around, I couldn't resist but go for the MDMA panic of ten years ago, right around the time when I myself stumbled upon both the rave scene and all it's glorious, emphatic e'ness.
As I wrote to my friend Aaleeya in a recent email (as of 15 min ago):
All while I was writing it, I kept thinking, rave days are gone. then I got an email from a friend (one of larry's buddies) who said he went to one a few weeks ago. and I totally saw the under-20 contingent at Firefly rocking big pants, candy bracelets - that's the plastic beaded ones, and fairy wings, just like I did (minus the wings, those were a symbol of being a raver ho) TEN Friggin years ago. Although I gotta say that was more disturbing than anything. And then doing an image search on google for ravers brought up all these myspace profiles of self-professed nu-ravers. I guess raves are totally still around.
and here I was feeling just a TINGE silly for not being willing to part with my phat pants. HA. I will outlive this silly obsession with skinny jeans!
Here's yours truly, rockin' dem phat pants, back in '99:
Oh. Joy.