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I’ve read nor contributed nothing new to the “religion and sexuality” thread. No one really has anything new to say, we all have our beliefs or disbeliefs, etc., and there’s no logic to most of the arguments. But—a recent conversation in RL has me thinking more than I’d like on a twist of the topic.
As a nearly full-time pedestrian (I do use cabs and public transport)—what is it about a culture that produces murderous and/or psychotic drivers? Here are my samples, not all personally wrought.
Mexico: Among the most frightening experiences of my life was crossing any major boulevard in Mexico City. I felt the necessary act was an enforced suicide attempt. After that I would rate riding in a Mexico City cab; I stopped counting the people we almost ran down. Side note: Mexican highways are awfully unkempt, and dangerous for that reason, plus the terror of bandits and guerrellistas; I found that atmosphere primitively arousing, especially within the more tropical areas, e.g., surrounded by mango groves.
Facts: Mexico is a predominantly Catholic country with pagan-mythical roots. It may be a cliché, but I can attest to the hot-blooded sensuality of the race.
Boston, MA: After La Ciudad one risks life and limb crossing streets in Boston. Same experience riding in a cab there. In my one week in this city I saw a pedestrian hit by a car and one bicyclist knocked down.
Facts: Boston is a predominantly Irish-Catholic environs with puritanic-mythical roots and a colorfully political history. We know there’s lots of sex given the Catholic part, but I’m not certain it’s all that hot.
Los Angeles: There one is judged personally, culturally and morally by their car. No one walks so there are no pedestrian accidents or deaths. Driving the L.A. freeways was among the sensual highlights of my life (all those amazing curves, entrances and exits); the earthquake fear added to the excitement of driving on a multi-level freeway.
Facts: L.A.’s cultural foundation and religion is Hollywood (with disproportionately pagan-mythical roots). Sex is rampant but very superficial.
Moscow: Mhari shared her journals with me from her time in this capital city whilst doing research for her dissertation. Her descriptions of traffic and drivers in Moskva called to mind Mexico City.
Facts: We all know that until recently the city ruled the Soviets, godless and communist. I do know that Russians are not comfortable acknowledging/discussing sex in public; they have a unique modesty about such private matters. Yet they have produced great works of art in literature and music that belie that modesty.
Rome: Based on friends’ commentaries and on films, the eternal city seems in competition with Mexico’s capitol; Vespas seem to enhance the dangers. Re. romance and sex, think of "Roman Holiday" or "La Dolce Vita".
Facts: The seat of Catholicism, the country of sensual culture and great art. Case closed.
(A vignette: A friend was driving a van in Rome, a huge traffic jam stalled all vehicles. A luxury car in front of her would not stop honking its horn. The driver got out and went to the car in front of him and yelled, cursed and gesticulated in Italian at the driver. Returning to his luxury vehicle he found that he’d locked himself out. Then my friend recognized Marcello Mastroianni.)
OK, I hope others will post similar opinions (and facts) on the influence of sexuality and religion on traffic.
Perdita
As a nearly full-time pedestrian (I do use cabs and public transport)—what is it about a culture that produces murderous and/or psychotic drivers? Here are my samples, not all personally wrought.
Mexico: Among the most frightening experiences of my life was crossing any major boulevard in Mexico City. I felt the necessary act was an enforced suicide attempt. After that I would rate riding in a Mexico City cab; I stopped counting the people we almost ran down. Side note: Mexican highways are awfully unkempt, and dangerous for that reason, plus the terror of bandits and guerrellistas; I found that atmosphere primitively arousing, especially within the more tropical areas, e.g., surrounded by mango groves.
Facts: Mexico is a predominantly Catholic country with pagan-mythical roots. It may be a cliché, but I can attest to the hot-blooded sensuality of the race.
Boston, MA: After La Ciudad one risks life and limb crossing streets in Boston. Same experience riding in a cab there. In my one week in this city I saw a pedestrian hit by a car and one bicyclist knocked down.
Facts: Boston is a predominantly Irish-Catholic environs with puritanic-mythical roots and a colorfully political history. We know there’s lots of sex given the Catholic part, but I’m not certain it’s all that hot.
Los Angeles: There one is judged personally, culturally and morally by their car. No one walks so there are no pedestrian accidents or deaths. Driving the L.A. freeways was among the sensual highlights of my life (all those amazing curves, entrances and exits); the earthquake fear added to the excitement of driving on a multi-level freeway.
Facts: L.A.’s cultural foundation and religion is Hollywood (with disproportionately pagan-mythical roots). Sex is rampant but very superficial.
Moscow: Mhari shared her journals with me from her time in this capital city whilst doing research for her dissertation. Her descriptions of traffic and drivers in Moskva called to mind Mexico City.
Facts: We all know that until recently the city ruled the Soviets, godless and communist. I do know that Russians are not comfortable acknowledging/discussing sex in public; they have a unique modesty about such private matters. Yet they have produced great works of art in literature and music that belie that modesty.
Rome: Based on friends’ commentaries and on films, the eternal city seems in competition with Mexico’s capitol; Vespas seem to enhance the dangers. Re. romance and sex, think of "Roman Holiday" or "La Dolce Vita".
Facts: The seat of Catholicism, the country of sensual culture and great art. Case closed.
(A vignette: A friend was driving a van in Rome, a huge traffic jam stalled all vehicles. A luxury car in front of her would not stop honking its horn. The driver got out and went to the car in front of him and yelled, cursed and gesticulated in Italian at the driver. Returning to his luxury vehicle he found that he’d locked himself out. Then my friend recognized Marcello Mastroianni.)
OK, I hope others will post similar opinions (and facts) on the influence of sexuality and religion on traffic.
Perdita
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