My concept of this part of Europe is basically fairly narrow.
When someone mentions it to me, I think of Amsterdam and its red light district (and yeah, I do know that is in Holland). I think of weird images of people clad in skin tight vinyl or leather with whips and chains.
I think of movies that don’t make any sense, like art that just causes you to knit your brow, scratch your head, maybe get a twisted sick feeling in your stomach (like the one I’ve got right now).
Then there is the nudity. Running around everywhere in their glory. Beaches, ice pools, hot house saunas.
And then beating one another with birch branches.
I can’t help but think of one of those monks now, whelps from self-flagellation to stripe themselves for their sin.
You have this concept of liberation through nudity coupled with this image of people clad in vinyl beating one another with whips (or birch branches), or, “eeks”, worse!
OK, so I don’t know exactly where this spinning top is actually going, but hey, this is how I view this part of Europe.
They are open to everything. No restraints, and yet, restrained.
They practice living in the nude, and express sexuality clad in leather and vinyl.
It is kinda like socialism itself, you know. Wishing to be free, yet clinging to its intellectual prison. It is a warped sensibility.
Maybe it is drug-induced?
Oh, I know. These are clichés. They aren’t really that way. Surely.
So we adopt the Swede’s system.
All hail B.O. in Vinyl (just wear your gas mask when the superhero steps out of his “costume” and expresses his liberation).
I am reminded of the news story about Slick Willy and Anthony Hopkins running ’round Rio in thongs. Whew boy! Now, there is a weird European flick.
So we’ve all heard that this plan is simply a temporary “fix” to help lead the world out of depression.
Man, I’m depressed.
So here’s what I am going to do.
I am going to forgo leather and vinyl britches for Western-style blue jeans. I may get some Dingo boots too. I always liked Dingo boots.
I am going to reserve my personal nudity for the shower, and potentially one fabulous lady who is willing to endure the state with me. If I should happen on a secluded swimming hole, as long as it remains secluded, I might bend that rule a bit.
I think I’ll skip the ice baths and the birch branches though. Oh, and I think I’ll pass on your ideology too. Your Nobel prize just does not carry the same luster, and your preoccupation with global warming just does not seem the ticket to lead the world to prosperity.
Mama Mia !
So, no offense, but you can keep your European values.
I like my Western values.
I like freedom – and keeping things in proper perspective.