August 11, 2004
even richard nixon has got soul
I was talking with CoolCat about Anthony Hopkins passing as a black man. One of those acting things. The Human Stain I believe. Gross. He hypothesized that Mr. Hopkins's character might be more in touch with the jivey side of life.
Could it be true? Are stereotypes okay to use sometimes? Are they okay to use in movies, for example? Or how about when berry picking? Is there a genetic component to jive? Or soul? Is it connected to blackness?
Although I feel as if I'm treading on sacred ground, I can confidently state that today I have seen hard evidence that black equals jive.
I went with Florette to pick blackberries. We hauled ourselves over the barbed wire fence while the dogs were rolling in some kind of manure or dead animal. There were so so so many blackberry bushes with beautiful, tasty blackberries. We picked enough for a pie, I reckon. And I ate a bunch, too.
Here's the thing. I asked Florette if she thought that blackberries had more jive than blueberries. She suggested that they did since they have more segmenty bits. Raspberries do, of course, because they rhyme with jazz. We all know that a jazzberry would be very jivey, indeed.
How fab is it to have evidence that black=jive?! And how fab is it to know that blue=less jive?! And how much more fab is that rasp=jazz?!
It's sure fab if you're a berry.
The things you learn in the blackberry patch. With the sun on your head. While your brainses act all funny.
Posted by dotty at August 11, 2004 10:36 PM