I don’t think Za’a is as hip and original as she thinks she is.
But that’s just my opinion. Other opinions might be contrived, probably having to do with my age and how I’m out of touch and how counter-culture people that I saw growing up in the 70s aren’t ANYTHING AT ALL like the counter-culture people who’re growing up now or anything. And certainly nothing like the counter-culture people who ran around in ancient Greece or Japan or Siberia, or like the counter-culture people that’ll be born in a few years that Za’a will think are just a lost generation of posers.
Working in a university food court has exposed me to more than a few young people like Za’a. Also wanabe bikers, eighteen year old girls (not young women just yet) wearing Beatles shirts, more cowboys and lumberjacks who could not identify a saddle or chainsaw if it they were side by side on a table, and various attempts to find identity.
40 years ago, when I was a freshman, we had wannabe punk rockers, preppies and fake cowboys. Many of those people actually have multiple grandchildren and are approaching retirement with anticipation.
We all go through a phase of finding ourselves. Most of us just never stay with the prototype. We keep the parts that work but often revert to what we essentially were.
Although who thought I was develop a love of working on old Cushman Trucksters? That was a surprise even to me.
Sorry, not funny but just a reflection of an old hillbilly getting older.
She’s worried about the Water Boy. New Age girl there. I strongly recommend lavender candles and suspend yourself upside down for an hour while listening to music generated by a lemur let loose on a floor of drums.
That’ll be 200 dollars please.
Kara should refer her to Docta Pain.
Kara: “Just go to Central Market, and lick a couple packages of mushrooms. You’ll be fine.”