I’m pretty Seattle-y. I bike to yoga. I’m not too picky about personal hygiene because I’m the outdoorsy type. And, I’m usually confused about whether I am on Pike or Pine.
But, I’m lacking in three major categories. No pet. No weed. No bumper stickers.
I’m too lazy for a pet. Too high on life for weed. But, bumper stickers? I feel a yearning. It’s an old school Seattle thing. There was a time when bumper sticker art was everywhere in Seattle. People expressed their feelings all over their cars. Now that Fremont and Ballard have become condo-ridden hubs for transplants (hey, just saying), we see this endearing habit less often.
I don’t have bumper stickers because my Nordic heritage keeps me from expressing thoughts that might cause conflict – very Northwest. But, if I did have a bumper sticker collection, it would say the following:
KEXP – Where the Music Matters
Ballard Welcomes Our New Condo Overlords
Sorry I Missed Church, I Was Busy Practicing Witchcraft and Becoming a Lesbian
Who Would Jesus Bomb?
What If the Hokey Pokey Isn’t Really What It’s All About?
Metaphors Be with You
Visualize Using Your Turn Signal
And, the only bumper sticker I have actually ever had is: We are here to awaken from the illusion of our separateness.
What would you / do you put on your car?