The Great? New York State Fair
Yeah, I know, I was a total slug about writing last week. Out of necessity, I’d gone off of caffeine, and let me tell you. It wasn’t pretty. I’m definitely felt the deep void in my life a Vanilla Coke fills. And for my negligence, I get to write while my back feels as though I’ve been stabbed with a rather large knife. It’s good though – it fuels my rage!
Because today is all about outrage. My apologies, but this isn’t art related outrage. This is gender and state fair outrage.
For those of you that don’t know, I live near Syracuse, NY, USA. It’s a city best known for once having salt, having one of the most polluted lakes in the country (and up there on the world’s list if I’m not mistaken), the 2003 NCCA college basketball championship, Charles Dickens falling into the Erie Canal (which according to local legend, fueled his hatred for the city), and “The Great New York State Fair”.
It’s this last one that has got my panties in a bunch. See, normally I hate the fair because it’s crowded, hot, overpriced, and they make up ludicrous rules every year that are usually repealed by the next. But this year I hate the fair for a whole new reason.