As the pedigree of humanity plays out, Charles Grodin’s sound byte yesterday touched on our own immersion into hazing at UCLA.
The hen pecking syndrome at the fraternity reality scene.
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Not young bloods..... but impressionistic innocent snot noses...high school grads. Cocoons emerging as caterpillars evolving into butterflies. The bullying apparatus is subtle and seductive, appealing to the worst instincts in seventeen year old freshmen.
The ritual ascribes to paddling by an upperclass man. A pornographic flick in Sir Charles’s case. The hired hurdy gurdy party girl, drinking around a keg of suds and exposure to sorority dating across campus.
These snarls have a scent of disguised sadism in environs of Plato’s Utopia, a Nobel Prize chemist To breed superior traits by engineering is anachronistic, if not cannibalistic.
Adolescence is prey to their own petty failings. Don’t they need liberating heroics
to nurture them. . Surrogate parents who are listening "gurus" instead of authoritative upper class men, playing out their sense of experience, years, and arrogant yearnings.
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How else can Ovid’s morphing play out. amidst the hazing and egotistical upper class men.
"Coming of age in Samoa". Margaret Mead’s exploration of indoctrination into
adulthood’s "website".
Charles Grodin fleshes out the evil of hazing....to structure the destiny of seventeen year olds. The brain washing is part and parcel of the bullying. The innate need to prove a superior "Aryan"
"Love’s labor lost" playing out. Beethoven’s "Ode to joy" denied.
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The die is cast
"A generation of vipers" stealing their souls ,denying their own thrust into the scene of four years in the campus flavor of eternal growing up fates and hormones.
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Didn’t Ingrid Bergman, a perpetual student, go her own karma, playing out "Stromboli"
rejecting "If they want bread, let them eat cake."
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"We are the stuff that dreams are made on. Our little lives rounded with a sleep."
On the hen pecking syndrome, June 12, 1210(the caste system) and the saber tooth tiger of the La Brea tar pits reigns supreme. Alley Oop retreating into his caved depression. Dinny, his dinosaur, left to forge for itself, playing out survival of the fittest.
