The American Dream, a staple of the 1950s, was one of luxury, safety and opportunity. A prominent motif during this time was a pink flamingo, which was a symbol of the “wealth and pizzazz” many Americans hoped to convey. Flamingos are a “subtropical species” that are native to South America, India, and Africa. They are water birds, so they live near lakes, lagoons, and other bodies of water. These birds have been respected in their natural habitats for ages, with ancient cultures worshiping these animals as gods. It was only in the 1950s that the bird migrated somewhere it had never been before. The flamingos began “wadding across an inland sea of grass” as American made plastic, brilliant pink variations of these birds that decorated suburban lawns. By using this ancient, special motif as a ornamental lawn decoration, Americans once again hope to capture the wealth and importance an object has. What was once symbolized “the sun god”, one of the most important gods, in ancient Egypt was commercialized by Americans, and through that mass production, effectively destroyed that importance. The American obsession with wealth caused a historically important motif, the flamingo to lose all its importance. As Americans attempt to capture the importance of these symbols, only to destroy that importance due to the mass production, creates a paradox that characterizes American culture. The 1950s were one of the first generations who embraced and typified this behavior. Perhaps the generation “that was ready to celebrate its new affluence” characterized the culture of “wealth and pizzazz” that Americans are known for now.
Whenever I rewrite an in-class essay, I spend an hour or so developing my ideas, rewording awkward sentences, and analyzing more evidence. The actual time spent rewriting is almost the same amount of time allotted during the in-class write, an hour. Why then do my ideas flow better, words connect seamlessly, and evidence united my essay cohesively during my rewrite? Is it the pressure of a ticking clock that makes my ideas jammed in my head and my words jumble out in a sad reflection of my ideas? Or maybe it's not the pressure of time but the pressure of a grade that will be reflected on my Schoology page and may, O no!, alter my chances of getting into college. Maybe it too is the dead silence of the class during in-class essays that drowns my brain in a black hole of nothingness, no inspiration to draw from. Or maybe it is a combination of all of these and more, or maybe it is none of them at all. See, I don’t really know what causes it, but for me, and I’m sure most, if not al...
This was a little hard to read because when I clicked on it, all the text was black and so was your background, but after dragging my mouse over where I thought your text would be I finally found it! I really liked how you talked about how they commercialized the Sun God. It was a very important aspect of life back in Ancient Egypt the fact that Americans are so consumeristic really shows.
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