Cops amuse me. They’re cool guys with cool toys who save the world, fight evil, enforce justice, and have BA code names such as “Hubby Cop.” (Love you, Mrs. J! :-)
Through my several varied experiences with these valiant folk, I think I really like policemen. “Policemen” does not include a certain policewoman in D.C., but that’s another story. So yeah, I like cops…
…though maybe not their green sombreros. ("The weird hats strike again!")
You know cultures in which hats are a status/tribal symbol? I can SO understand that! Because hats are great, and you can tell a lot about a person by their type of hat, and how they wear it. I am very keen at reading someone by their hat. For example, if I see someone with a cap that says, “Dallas Cowboys” I INSTANTLY know they’re probably a Cowboys fan. Yup; I’m that good. :)
Anyway, we all have our ideas about the stereotypical wearers of flat bills, uber-curled bills, berets, bowler hats, cowboy hats… people who wear hats indoors, guys who wear hats crooked, etc.. I’d wager that most are posers. Wannabees.
Not like there’s anything wrong with being a poser… or is there? (*cue audience participation*)
But anyway, hats are an easy, removable way to say, “Hey look! I am this type! I fit this mold, see?”
The topic of identity is rather vast... and perhaps way too over-emphasized in our culture. There are so many options of what we can "be." Or at least what we can "look to be." Ya know? Everyone wants to be something. Something real, like other people. Yet different. Ha.
This is a big deal for teenagers... what do you older people think? My heart goes out to teens who are reeling from the propositions of many types of personalities and subcultures, all so mysterious and appealing, seemingly campaigning for their vote in life.
To me, this is a problem. People shouldn't be so distracted with simply finding a mold to plug themselves into. Yet such a tendency to belong and actually be something exists within the human heart. What do we do with such a tendency? What should we be? How can kids be established, without wasting the best years of our lives figuring it out?
I don't have the answers sorted out to all those questions yet, just wanted to throw those thoughts out there.
Oh and one more thought… so what do army-green sombreros worn low on the forehead mean??? ;-)
