(I’m sorry Marisa, I’m trying to make them shorter…)

I just had this big flash where I realized part of what I miss so much about that little sub group.  I found it!  Oh they were so tacky.  So so tacky.  All of those cheesy little tacky things you see in novelty shops?  Collections!  It was frankly adorable.  They were enthusiasts.  They were fans.  They were totally white trashy and they didn’t even know it.  They just thought they were Leather.  Which says an awful lot about my vision of white trash.

Hmmm.  That actually says a lot about what I consider white trash.  Biker.  Maybe I should work on defining white trash a bit better so that it is a more useful term.

White trash: (noun) a descriptive phrase for a person who exudes a general sense of glorification of many aspects of poor culture; this person does not necessarily have to be poor.  Generally only applicable to people who can also be described as “redneck”, “hick”, or “rural”.

The problem is that folks can be white trash and totally glorious about it or people can be white trash and abusive.  I think of the munch crowd as being white trashy because there was an active enthusiastic interest in creating things for the hobby.  Which resulted in a lot of piles of stuff left around because they might be useful later.  Lots of fun tawdry boudoir type spaces.  It made me happy then and it makes me happy now.  I feel weird about the fact that a lot of my frustration with my birthday party is because the house isn’t what I see in my head.  I think I will be able to have the birthday party I really see in my head when I am 50.  It will take that long before my house matches the picture in my head.

I love this unabashed tacky expression of joy about life.  My house is increasingly tacky and it thrills me to no end.  Tacky is kind of a loaded word.  It’s pretty tacky that I stapled cotton batting over the exposed pipes in my garage instead of building some sort of actual cover.  But I think that having a cloud line at the top of the mountains is so awesome.  I’m going to find something to cover the defunct electrical box. I’m sure it will be tacky.  I will probably find some animal to attach to the wall.  Maybe a fake plant.  It will be tacky.  Gloriously tacky.  It’s fun.