Drop the Banana

I've been an angry girl. It started in 1959. I was safe and warm, floating inside my mother, enjoying 24/7 room service, when suddenly, she decides to end our deal.

I don't even think that's legal.

Later, she says it's my job to clean my bedroom. What was wrong with the deal we had?

Then the 60s. Everyone is tuning in, turning on, and dropping out. My mother decides to stay square and fight with my father about everything, especially me.

Speaking of the '60s, Comedian Joe Campaiolo had a joke I loved about seeing Bob Dylan in concert at Madison Square Garden: From where I was sitting in the cheap seats, Dylan just looked like an angry little piece of dust!

And aren't we all angry little pieces of dust, onstage, signifying nothing?

Being rebellious isn't all bad. Think about the great fighters motivated by anger. Some martial artists come from that 'aikido' non-reactivity, but there are few.

In the cost/benefit analysis, anger gets me agreement on one side. I once had a writing coach who loved me when I ranted. She said, "Don't lose your snark!" Imagine that on my gravestone: "She never lost her snark."