When a stranger insults your mom, there might be a fight.
When it’s your brother insulting your mother, you give leeway.
In this case, the insults came from a stranger, so that means
there is a going to be a fight.
Keep that in mind, and bite your lip, Bremerton Beat, hike up
your highwaters and brush your tooth, because we are taking a
condescending tour of how our betters see us.
This comes from a blog, “A Vivid and Continuous
Dream,” which seems to focus on pets. You know, animals that
you’re not supposed to eat unless real hungry?
has made Bremerton the hometown of a “main character” of hers.
She’s writing a novel, or an opera. I’m not sure, really. Maybe
it’s an operatic novel.
Bremerton was much like I imagined it to be, at least his
neighborhood; very drab and filled with bleak, nondescript ramblers
with overgrown lawns and old faded curtains in the windows and
peeling paint. Almost exactly the way I pictured it, in
Initially I was tempted to write a blog post that began:
“A Vivid and Continuous Dream was much like I imagined it to be,
very drab and and filled with bleak, nondescript ramblings with an
overgrown ego.” I would make several references to misplaced
priorities and our society’s increasing dependence on psychiatric
medications. But no, I thought, that would be immature. And
But wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong. At least this person made the
effort to confirm what she already believed to be true.
Instead, I tried to put myself in the blogger’s shoes: what’s
the use of getting to know a place that doesn’t have a yoga studio,
or where people work for a living and spend their money on food,
clothing, grape Swishers and 40 ouncers instead of IKEA drapes and
custom Martha Stewart colors? Isn’t it easier to imagine the world
outside Wallingford (I don’t know if she lives in Seattle, or even
in Washington state) as a vague yet continuous sprawl of unwashed
masses who don’t know what “vegetarian alternative” means? What an
earthy, authentic place for a “main character’s” hometown.
What we’re talking about is class. Money. And on its route to
that goal of “revitalization,” Bremerton will likely confront more
of this kind of prejudice. In fact, guessing from the slogan out of
the mayor’s office, “It’s not about out past. It’s about our future
– don’t miss it,” the powers that be are more than aware.
It’s a two-headed hydra, however. Consider this
story, in Washington CEO,
previously commented upon in these pages, which takes a purist
(shall we say?) position and compares Bremerton to Oakland, Harlem
and Compton. I guess because if you are poor, you must be
Our town wants the bucks and the energy of a wealthier
population. However, many of those people, and their followers,
have already made up their minds about us. Not because we are
Bremerton, but because we aren’t Fremont.