Six Flags: A Breeding Ground For Socioeconomic Issues
Whew! It's been a busy weekend. Perhaps most notable about my weekend was that I went to Six Flags over Georgia yesterday for a daylong excursion with a large group of friends and co-workers. At first, I was really excited. It's been a couple of years since my last amusement park outing, and since the friends I went with last time got sick of the park after 3 rides and 4 hours, I was looking forward to going with people who actually - dare I say it - wanted to have fun and get their admissions' worth.The park itself was great. We rode Superman (twice), Batman, Mindbender, Ninja, and a handful of other rides that were fun, but nowhere near as wonderful as any ride at Cedar Point. (You can take the girl out of Ohio, but...) We ate chicken fingers. We walked around the park. We didn't get sick, although after the rickety wooden Georgia Cyclone I was convinced that my brain had successfully been knocked out of place in my skull. Everyone was having fun. And yet I was depressed.
Yes, amusement parks have that weird effect on me. As we were walking around, I couldn't help but engage in people-watching, which is one of my favorite pasttimes. And what I saw really f*cking freaked me out. Maybe it was the fact that we were at a Six Flags, maybe it was the fact that we were in a semi-rural area of Georgia, but I have never seen that concentration of mullets, fat rolls hanging out of Chic jeans, and airbrushed unicorn t-shirts in one geographic location. I saw parents blowing cigarette smoke in their kids' faces, little kids walking around a dirty park barefoot, and a whole lot of other disgusting things that made me wonder if this is how Bush was re-elected last year. Yikes.
posted by KA @ 8:27 PM
2 Comments:
amusement parks are just standard for the most white trash ever. you almost wonder if they let some of those people in, just to enhance the "amusement"
I hear ya. Maybe I'm just overly sensitive, but seeing trash like this doesn't "amuse" me. It makes me sad, and makes me want to tell them to stop having unprotected sex in the backs of trucks.
My friend Evan tried to lend perspective when I told him about this last night. He said that these humans are people, just like me, but with different interests. Well, if you consider spitting and not showering "different interests", I'm going to revert back into the stubborn ass I am and tell you that they need a wake-up call and it's sad that people live like that. THAT is where I become opinionated and snobby.
Class is a learned behavior. It can also be achieved at all levels of society. You don't need money to act with class, and there are a lot of "rich" people out there who lack it. I wish there was some way we could learn about what it means to be classy, other than a half-assed, un-classy show featuring Paris Hilton's mom. Sad times, Chuck.
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