A Gay/campy chronicling of daily life in NYC,with individual kernels of human truth. copyright 2011 by The Raving Queen
Saturday, January 14, 2017
So, Help Me, If I End Up In A Padded Cell, The Walls Had Better Be Pink!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I first became aware of the concept of a padded cell, back in the Sixties, when, as a child, I read the Classic Comics version of Mary Shelley's "Frankenstein." In one panel, the creator, Victor Frankenstein, thought to be mad by his family and community, is placed in a padded cell--and the walls were pink. I remember realizing why the cell was padded--to keep the enraged or upset who might flail about from injuring themselves--but I loved the style of the pink. White just does not cut it.
So, please remember, darlings, if I am ever committed (hopefully not!) make sure the cell is pink!
Or else the staff will find they have REAL trouble on their hands!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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