Sunday, May 07, 2006
May 6, 1965
Well, I was o.k. today, too! Smiled at 5, talked to 8 and that makes 13! Tomorrow is "slave day". That means there will be an auction of slave-volunteers to "owners". There will be a banquet and dance that night. Vincent is a slave and I'd like to bid for him, but it would let everything out of the bag. Also, he might not want me to buy him. So sometime tomorrow I'm going to ask him about it. If he doesn't want me to, as least then I'll know for sure.
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So much comment fodder today! First, how sad is it that I was so tongue-tied around boys that I counted how many I spoke to in single digits. As I recall, that included saying "hi" passing in the corridor.
Second -- a slave auction as a fund-raiser! Now there's a cultural artifact that's gone the way of white gloves and calling cards. For what it's worth, it was styled as something Roman (togas on the slaves) not American. There was a kind of a sexual undercurrent, as the "slave" candidates were usually the cutest unattached kids in the school. It wouldn't do to auction off someone's actual boyfriend.
Third, I love how my crush on Vincent keeps resurfacing, despite all my protestations. But wait.
There were definitely sexual undertones there. The girl who eventually went for the highest price -- Claire -- was very pretty and flirtatious, and definitely unattached.
Oh, and if you search on high school "slave auction" fundraiser, you'll be amazed at how common this event still is!
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