When You’re a Jet You’re a Jet
Call it the subconscious, the unconscious, either way we aren’t very aware of our cognition. Before the advent of consciousness, all thinking was unconscious. Now we have have something we call consciousness, something we used to say made us different from all the animals. Meanwhile, many of the smartest people don’t have a clue about what really makes them think the way they think.
Take the Crucifix, if you will. That cross. The emblem embedded in everyone’s mind that screams of Christianity. Ever wonder why the logo stuck? Why it works so well? It’s like a necktie. Ever wonder why men look good in a shirt and tie and women don’t?
It all comes down to the package. Call it what you want. I’m speaking of the male equivalent of the female’s pudenda. Scrotum and penis together with a head on it, that’s a man in a necktie.
Or, when a priest has a big cross around his neck, that’s the Christian necktie, by any other name it’s still the old schlong and nut sack.
Why do I mention these things together and now? Because that’s what my unconscious was thinking about when I decided to post the following about Leonard Bernstein’s “West Side Story.” (more…)