October 16, 2011
Being out among people who aren’t your friends or family really broadens your scope of the world. I think 2.5 years away from the general population has given me new eyes in which to view the world. Here’s another observation from my photoshop class. So the guy in the photo is a wrestler for the WWE wrestling soap operas. My only connection to synchronized wrestling were the Hulk Hogan days of the WWF. I was the only girl in a group of boy cousins so I was well versed in 80’s boy cartoons and shows.  It has come a long way from those days of Hulkamania. It’s a huge entertainment machine, kind of like a sports event mixed with a soap opera and a reality show. Before my photoshop class, I thought it was kind of a tooth fairy type of show, meaning that you bought into it and believed it as a kid, but as you got older you would realize that it was just a well calculated television show that became kind of a nostalgic guilty pleasure. No adult in their right mind could possibly be lost in this world where men were giant adonises who battled for a golden belt and women were scrappy strippers. So after the incident where the guy was talking to himself, I decided to sit in the front row from then on. My first day in the front row I sit next to this guy who had to be in his early to mid twenties. He wasn’t paying attention to the lesson and instead was reading a profile on one of the hot ladies of WWE. Hey, they’re hot, I would not blame a guy for tuggin one out to their images. I thought that was where his fascination with WWE stopped. No. Every single class this guy logs onto the site and gets lost in it. Ok, he’s an enthusiast. A couple of weeks ago, at the end of class, he disconnects his ear buds from the computer, adjusts the monitor and puts on sunglasses just like the pair the guy in the picture above is wearing. Rhinestone crosses on the lenses and everything. Don’t get me wrong, I too have worn rhinestoned sunglasses- you know, those charlie’s angels 70’s kind from 2001. But a full blown cross on each lens was a commitment. And dude rocked them straight out of class. OK, he wasn’t just an enthusiast, he was a full blown fan. FAN. I could appreciate those ride or die fans, even respect them. This past Thursday homeboy crossed some kind of line in my head. He was ignoring the teacher, per usual, watching some clip of a wrestling match. Wrestlers these days are on the mic in the ring more than each other. So one wrestler, I’m guessing not one my classmate enjoys, is talking and dude actually makes the gagging motion where you open your mouth and insert your index finger as if to force yourself to throw up. Obviously meaning that whatever this guy was saying was vomit-worthy in his eyes. WHO DOES THAT? I feel like you only do that when there are people looking at you that you want to communicate the vomit-worthiness too. Then he did it again. At that point I was convinced that this guy is completely out of touch with reality. Part of me is kind of like “god Romee, why are you such a judgmental bitch?!” but then the other part of me, the louder part that enjoys being alive, is like “whatever you do, DO NOT tell him that wrestling is fake. He will murder you.”

Being out among people who aren’t your friends or family really broadens your scope of the world. I think 2.5 years away from the general population has given me new eyes in which to view the world. Here’s another observation from my photoshop class.

So the guy in the photo is a wrestler for the WWE wrestling soap operas. My only connection to synchronized wrestling were the Hulk Hogan days of the WWF. I was the only girl in a group of boy cousins so I was well versed in 80’s boy cartoons and shows. 

It has come a long way from those days of Hulkamania. It’s a huge entertainment machine, kind of like a sports event mixed with a soap opera and a reality show. Before my photoshop class, I thought it was kind of a tooth fairy type of show, meaning that you bought into it and believed it as a kid, but as you got older you would realize that it was just a well calculated television show that became kind of a nostalgic guilty pleasure. No adult in their right mind could possibly be lost in this world where men were giant adonises who battled for a golden belt and women were scrappy strippers.

So after the incident where the guy was talking to himself, I decided to sit in the front row from then on. My first day in the front row I sit next to this guy who had to be in his early to mid twenties. He wasn’t paying attention to the lesson and instead was reading a profile on one of the hot ladies of WWE. Hey, they’re hot, I would not blame a guy for tuggin one out to their images. I thought that was where his fascination with WWE stopped. No. Every single class this guy logs onto the site and gets lost in it. Ok, he’s an enthusiast. A couple of weeks ago, at the end of class, he disconnects his ear buds from the computer, adjusts the monitor and puts on sunglasses just like the pair the guy in the picture above is wearing. Rhinestone crosses on the lenses and everything.

Don’t get me wrong, I too have worn rhinestoned sunglasses- you know, those charlie’s angels 70’s kind from 2001. But a full blown cross on each lens was a commitment. And dude rocked them straight out of class. OK, he wasn’t just an enthusiast, he was a full blown fan. FAN. I could appreciate those ride or die fans, even respect them.

This past Thursday homeboy crossed some kind of line in my head. He was ignoring the teacher, per usual, watching some clip of a wrestling match. Wrestlers these days are on the mic in the ring more than each other. So one wrestler, I’m guessing not one my classmate enjoys, is talking and dude actually makes the gagging motion where you open your mouth and insert your index finger as if to force yourself to throw up. Obviously meaning that whatever this guy was saying was vomit-worthy in his eyes. WHO DOES THAT? I feel like you only do that when there are people looking at you that you want to communicate the vomit-worthiness too. Then he did it again. At that point I was convinced that this guy is completely out of touch with reality.

Part of me is kind of like “god Romee, why are you such a judgmental bitch?!” but then the other part of me, the louder part that enjoys being alive, is like “whatever you do, DO NOT tell him that wrestling is fake. He will murder you.”

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