Yard Sale Documentation Project 4-28-12

Here’s a photo of what we got at yard sales today:

lots of fresh air.

As I’m writing this entry, the time is 10:35am on Saturday morning…. not a good sign on the yard sale front. Last weekend was pretty bleak, but today was worse. Not because there wasn’t any action out there, but because although the ads were enticing, between the three of us all we bought was a couple of cookies from a kid having a bake sale.

You could have called this outing “fooled ya’.” Some of the prime real estate for great sales was in the mix today, but the pickin’s were slimmer than slim. In an extended search, we even crossed the bridge into Portland proper where a West End neighborhood (more prime real estate) was hosting a sale; then on into Scarborough and looped back  around into South Portland by a different route in desperate hope for a sign (literally) and a good-looking pile of stuff.

I’m not sure which was more desperate, our attitude about unearthing some treasures or the dregs that sat out on people’s lawns.

Oh well. We gave it the good college try, and since it’s early in the season no one is getting too twisted up about the 2-hour drive around the greater Portland area. However, I may have to hit the Goodwill store later today just to get my bargain fix.

Raising Hope Raises Eyebrows

Did anyone see the “Tarot Reader” episode of FOX TV’s sitcom Raising Hope which aired a few weeks ago? I’d be interested to hear your comments and opinions if you did.

It was insulting to readers and clients alike … or was it? Although the usual stereotypical depictions of both parties were in place, by the end of the episode some good points had been made.

Let’s start with the offensive depictions, which include but are not limited to:

  • The notion that a stranger has the secret and magical answer to the dilemmas of life.
  • The depiction of readers as a demanding, rude, and abrasive lot.
  • The concept that psychics are ready and willing to accept payment (cash only, please) for bogus information.
  • The fact that beaded curtains and tacky furnishings are a prerequisite for the trade.

Granted, the clients who seek Virginia’s brand of guidance are a hapless bunch. Blindly trusting, they swallow everything that Virginia spews, all of which is rooted in her own opinion of what they should do: “Cut that rat-tail!” “Neuter your truck!” “Call your mother!” All of which opens the door to further offenses:

  • Readers are allowed to tell you what to do because they’re  all-knowing.
  • Readers tell you what you want to hear so you will pay them.

And perhaps the worst cut of all:

  • Clients who seek out the advice of Tarot readers are idiots and therefore deserve what they get.

As Virginia soon discovers, there’s a lot of responsibility that goes along with telling people what to do. Initially, she’s very impressed by this: “Now people sit up and listen [to me], like I’m a god … or Judge Judy.” But soon she sees the havoc she is wreaking by the misuse of her gifts, and as fast as that neon sign went up, it comes down. “It’s too much pressure! Too much power!” Which brings us to the “plus” side of this episode’s equation:

  • There is a lot of power and responsibility that goes along with being a reader. Both the reader and the client need to be aware of this fact.
  • A reader’s motivation counts: Is it about the power? Money? Self-importance? A lack of anything better to do?
  • Idiot readers attract idiot clients and vice-versa.
  • We all reap what we sow: readers, clients, and everyone in between.

All in all, I’d give this episode of Raising Hope a “7” on the offensiveness scale, an “8” on the net value scale, and a “9” on the entertainment/interest scale. Tarot has a lot of trouble being taken seriously, and this little melodrama probably didn’t help matters. But the Tarot, like an elusive dream, does manage to regularly float to the surface of American popular culture. If you happened to have seen the episode, I’d be interested to hear your thoughts.