Is it morally sound to display living human beings at the same venue where pigs are being judged? I submit that it is not. Fortunately, the major infringement on human rights pictured above is justified by the subtitle on the plywood marquee, "West Indies Cultural Exhibit". If any of my readers are from the West Indies, you should take pride in knowing that your country and culture was well represented at the Utah State Fair. None of us were brave enough to fork out the dollar and actually see the tiny person, mostly because we didn't know what to say to her. Awkward! "So how are things in that box?" "Have you tried the deep fried cole slaw on a stick?"
Here's Mike and I posing in front of the finest in Utah's butter sculptury. I don't recall any butter carvings at the Wisconsin State Fair, there probably weren't any because all the butter in the state has been used to over-fatten the burgers at Culver's. Butter sculpting. Weird. I'd say that if you're going to make a sculpture using only refrigerated food stuffs, a better medium would be meatloaf.
When Mike and I were super geeky pre-pubescants, we went to a Weird Al Yankovic concert at the Utah State Fair Grounds. That night was probably the paramount of my middle school memories, mostly because our moms trusted us enough to just drop us off at the door. That, and we
really liked Weird Al. I think it's pretty ironic that we experienced a major turn towards maturity while at a Weird Al Concert. That night we also took a small step towards becoming less bumpkiny Cache County boys, in that we had to spend a few minutes in the depths of the Salt Lake ghetto. We ended up meeting my mom at a 7-11 next door to the fair grounds, and we were completely sure we were going to get mugged and shoved into a Slurpee machine on our way to the gas station. It got even worse when some kid shot off a cap gun while we were walking by his house. Yipes. After our trek through the State Fair last summer, Mike and I went back to the 7-11 to encounter our fears, but it was no use. Once a bumpkin, always a bumpkin.
Is it morally sound to display living human beings at the same venue where pigs are being judged? I submit that it is not. Fortunately, the major infringement on human rights pictured above is justified by the subtitle on the plywood marquee, "West Indies Cultural Exhibit". If any of my readers are from the West Indies, you should take pride in knowing that your country and culture was well represented at the Utah State Fair. None of us were brave enough to fork out the dollar and actually see the tiny person, mostly because we didn't know what to say to her. Awkward! "So how are things in that box?" "Have you tried the deep fried cole slaw on a stick?"
Here's Mike and I posing in front of the finest in Utah's butter sculptury. I don't recall any butter carvings at the Wisconsin State Fair, there probably weren't any because all the butter in the state has been used to over-fatten the burgers at Culver's. Butter sculpting. Weird. I'd say that if you're going to make a sculpture using only refrigerated food stuffs, a better medium would be meatloaf.
When Mike and I were super geeky pre-pubescants, we went to a Weird Al Yankovic concert at the Utah State Fair Grounds. That night was probably the paramount of my middle school memories, mostly because our moms trusted us enough to just drop us off at the door. That, and we really liked Weird Al. I think it's pretty ironic that we experienced a major turn towards maturity while at a Weird Al Concert. That night we also took a small step towards becoming less bumpkiny Cache County boys, in that we had to spend a few minutes in the depths of the Salt Lake ghetto. We ended up meeting my mom at a 7-11 next door to the fair grounds, and we were completely sure we were going to get mugged and shoved into a Slurpee machine on our way to the gas station. It got even worse when some kid shot off a cap gun while we were walking by his house. Yipes. After our trek through the State Fair last summer, Mike and I went back to the 7-11 to encounter our fears, but it was no use. Once a bumpkin, always a bumpkin.
3 comments:
Ah, memories. I remember when we were super geeky pre-pubescants. Now we're just super geeky post-pubescants.
BWAHAHAHA! I went to a very similar exhibit at the Wayne County Fair in Pennsylvania and totally saw what was claimed to be the World's Smallest Lady. She was rather tiny.
You know Kason, I live really close to there. Its not that bad. You get use to the crazies and weirdo's. Or...... you become one yourself. that is funny you got scared around that hood!
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