I saw this on Perez and it scared me. I think it is easy for people just to see a mass of people here and not see the individual. It is easy for us to look at these pixelated blobs and say, wow how crazy. Or, stupid chicks. Or OMG, can’t believe how effed up our society is.
When I look at that video I see my life flashing before my eyes. I am just a girl/woman. I have lived my life, competing with other women to be ON TOP. I always feel like I’m in a crowd of women, just like me and we’re all waiting for this chance—to be ON TOP. Maybe I’m at the back of the line. Maybe I’m about to get in the door. But at some point someone yells BOMB and we all freak out. We’re all racing to get out of this nitemare/potential death scene. No one saw us at all before. People can see us now. We have become a viral vid. But they still don’t see…ME. I’m in there somewhere, but no one knows it. We’re something people despise, something people laugh at, something people pity/scorn.
In the end, the gates go back up. We’re back to waiting in line to be ON TOP. That little blip, that small revolution/freak out/wave of panic is forgotten for sanity’s sake.