A Curmudgeon Doc on the Eastern Shore of Maryland wondering what has happened to my country.
Where's the FISH? All I see is a pig wearing tighty whities.
Definitely a fish, Ms H. And a beautiful tropical fish at that.And a fish in a bubble. The bubble is one of those things that we have educated (?) into us at an early age ... "nice house, Felix; where's the sky and grass" ... so I scribble in the minimum blue and green to shut the critic up, enclosing my house (the important thing) in a bubble of social respectability... after a while, I learn the lesson, and any house is automatically encased in agreen and blue bubble.I'm 100% confident that Dr C isn't a critic of that sort ... but someboy, somewhere,has ensured that this young artist will always encase any fish (even a white one probably seen in an aquarium) in a blue bubble. Ach, how we do strive to encase young imaginations in similar bubbles of conformity...
You gets what you gets. I ask for crabs and get a fish. If only pigs had fins.Encasing young minds in a bubble of conformity. Definitely food for thought. Do adults deliberately do this? Or, is it a cultural reflex. Of course children are not the only ones prone to encasement. I guess we now call it Lakoff framing. (also here, here and here.
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