The American Caliban (substitute) wrote,
The American Caliban

The Theory of the Leisure Suit Class

Living in Newport Beach has always been strange, and has always been getting stranger. Satire fails us, as daily life teems with situations and images that are so outrageously perfect, they seem to have been dreamed up by a particularly unsubtle socialist film maker to hammer in some point. Welcome to Michael Moore's Real World Newport Beach. Some recent examples:
  • Driving past one of the local high-class night clubs, I see that among the stretch Hummer limos and AMG Mercedes, someone has backed out his $250,000 Lamborghini and is revving and clutch-popping hopelessly, trying to get his thoroughbred Italian supercar to go into first gear. I stop and watch as our hero wrestles with his prancing bull. Finally he achieves traction and hurtles out onto the boulevard in a cloud of tire smoke.

  • At a street corner, a cop is handcuffing a middle-aged Mexican man whose bicycle lies on the ground next to him. Behind them, another middle-aged Mexican man is holding up a sign that says INDULGE YOURSELF LUXURY APTS with an arrow on it, and waving the sign at passing cars.

  • At the local shopping mall, it is Tuesday at 3 pm, and the place is full of young marrieds without employment buying everything that glitters. One thirtyish man in a $2000 suit, sculpted hair and spray-on tan, is saying loudly into his cellphone "Yes. It has to be on a yacht, that's where we're making the sale. The presentation is on a yacht, and I don't know the dress code yet, but you are going to be there."

  • At Target. A small, nervous man dressed in a $200 Aloha shirt, cargo shorts, and a very shiny pair of Timberland hiking boots is gazing at a barbecue that is eight feet long and costs as much as a used car. His wife comes up behind him and says "Do the utensils match?" and he says "Of course! OF COURSE!"
My mom is sick. It's just some digestive bug but when someone is 76 it makes me nervous, plus she never gets these. There's something about the illness or weakness of parents that's still very psychologically undermining even in adulthood; it shouldn't happen.
Tags: aaargh, augh, bitter asswipe, culture, disease, ennui, human weakness, local, me, orange county, personal narrative, villainy
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