On Fleek
atheist blog Or An Fleak Or En Phlyque. Or whatever. Which ever way I would write it I would be wrong. It's all about generational identity; I'm not supposed to get it. Sometime during the late 80s my younger sister and I were at a stage performance somewhere in our small little hometown. She was about 18 so I was about 25. The stage set background had all kinds of hep symbols and things that made the show (which was a very old show) look edgy and cool. Among the words and symbols on the set pieces was the round-shaped word Phish . I asked my sister what that was and she said to me It's an underground band; you don't know who they are . My rude but obvious reply was Well, there it is. The fun's over; I know about it now . I assume that most recent generations of teens have their own identifying secret codes, language, music, fashion, etc. My own generation had the cave paintings at Lascaux. We know what that shit means, but we ain't saying. There are hidden symb...