Long ago, sometime around the end of the Soviet Empire, I amassed a little collection of Soviet memorabilia. Today, rummaging around my mother's house, I found what's left.
There were a few May Day pins and such, a Gorbachev tattoo or two (local manufacture, alas), and up top is a little enamel and gold vodka glass from Russia I rescued from a flea market in the French Quarter.
Every now and then, when I was young, I'd wear a bit of Communist propaganda, in a (lame) attempt at irony. It was always to a disinterested audience.
Suburban New Orleans didn't much care for irony, (it still doesn't). It required more explanation than it was worth, so that was the end of that.
Whatever.
I'm glad I have at least some of it left (Soviet memorabilia and irony both).
8 comments:
Why my dear - you have your personal devotion to Soviet Glamour! No wonder we get along so well...
Love the enamel cup! I used to have a CCCP t-shirt...no one understood it either. I hate explaining myself.
i have a CCCP flask that i carry to board meetings, sugar! ;) xoxo
I love it, and highly approve!
I, too, covet that cup.
In this day of Twitter and Instant Messaging (or is that over), who has time for irony?
Perastroyka...Comrade.
In Russia, irony wears YOU. (sorry)
I miss Gorby and his head sploch. Putin looks almost attractive and that is just wrong..
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