Paul Newman asks repeatedly in Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, “who are those guys?” That was my overriding impression when I started thumbing through the gallery at Little Rock Blog. If anyone needed more support for the idea that all white people look the same, take a look at the people on those pages. They’re all terribly beautiful by modern standards, but I’ll be darned if I can tell any one from the other. All the girls have the same hair and faces. It’s Stepford-esque. The guys are all similar, too. And everyone smokes light cigarettes and drinks light beer. Can a brother not get a stout and a Lucky Strike once in a while?
I’m not just saying this as a nerd looking at the cool kids[1], I’m saying this as someone who is continually fascinated by human behavior and social interaction. The homogeneity is weirding me out, plus the fact that I don’t know any of these people even tangentially. I never realized what a vast social circle exists in Little Rock with which I have no connection whatsoever.
I just noticed the tag line “image is everything” underneath the page header. Apparently that’s the case.
1.) Because there is probably an element of that to it.
Man, most of those women look like hos. Sometimes I really don’t miss Little Rock.
(But sometimes I really do, especially with New Year’s coming up and considering how much more fun it would be to hang out at a famous Colter party instead of playing poker at my aunt’s.)
Heather is right! Were those pictures taken at a brothel? Wait, it could be a house party at UALR…in which case they could be co-eds who are also prostitutes.
The un-corrected redeye and the fact that almost all the photos are posed the same way probably contributed to your disorientation.
I don’t know why people always take the stupid “head butt at the center of the frame” shot, but I wish they’d stop. They’re making Jesus cry.
Anyway, you should take it as a good sign that you don’t know any of these people. It means you can still expand your social circle. The last few times I visited Little Rock, I found the scene a tad too socially incestuous for my taste.