The batmobile of 1966 was probably the first gay family car. I came up with that statistic while remembering about the sleek black design with those wild fishtales, and the red trim. And the stylish wavy windscreen the guys perched behind. Good enough for Batman and Robin, the first cool couple to save Gotham from itself.
I thought, well this must be an accepted fact and Googled it. And really, I’m proud to say that I appear to be the only person to have had that thought. And now, to have put it on record.
This just goes to show that my obsession with pop culture is not a smokescreen against reality. And I don’t have a Peter Pan complex. The psychobabble set will analyse everything down to the last hair in one’s armpit. But really, the appreciation of material things as an entry point to understanding human motivation, is just that.
Your choice of a kitchen kettle can reflect your sense of self-esteem. They’re not just things, they’re critical design choices you make every day that reflect on who you really are.
It becomes complicated when you decide to surround yourself, only, with people who fashion their lives the way that you set-dress yours. That’s bad. It’s like saying I’ll only socialise with people who vote for the same party as me.
I want to tolerate other people’s bad style choices. Because if we try to find some beauty in what other people admire, then I guess we can rise above all our differences.