The Hump Day Page
Not that any of this is particularly important, but Hump Day is first and foremost having an entertaining distraction in the middle of the work week, something to cheer us up until the blessed moment when we are more than halfway to the weekend. The point of my plagiarized artwork is to demonstrate that camel anatomy is just as disjointed (pun intended) as the elephant’s. Every part is its own mysterious combination of shapes, movements, and textures. Beginning with the glorious camel nose, which has its own place in the metaphor lexicon.
I mean, Look at it. That’s a honker, you got to admit.
They don’t even need to show you the nose or explain the reference. We just know.
Then come those oh-so-impressive humps. (To be tedious and exacting, one hump is a dromedary, two humps is a Bactrian. Woo.) Like the tent maker, we prefer the Bactrian. B’s are just funnier than D’s, don’t ask us why.
Don’t worry. There will be an animated version later.
When it comes to Wednesdays, the jokes just write themselves. Humping along. Put your hump into it. Yada yada. Just the word is a guaranteed laugh. Why even A. A. Milne — apparently regretting his choice of animal — named his scary creature the Heffalump, which rhymes with…?, and the art for the Heffalump movie makes the animal look more like a hump than a mountain.
No BFD. Just a little bit of a deal. (Just softening you up for
NSFW language that’s on the way. Because there’s going
to be an appearance by Taylor Swift soon. You know.
Times change and fashions change with them. The hottest bit of camel anatomy is now, if you can believe it, the toes.
They even made a number of appearances in the Presidential election,
including one of the leading candidates, name of Kamela…
The election is over though. These days people are more influenced by Taylor Swift, who has also been celebrated for her sartorial nods to Heffalumpian podiactrianism:
Except that this fall, almost a year after the Kamela election failure, Taylor Swift seems to be declaring a radical shift in lifestyle. She’s getting married, it is said, and her desire now is to settle down, have kids, and give up the twerking and its wardrobe requirements. Maybe she’s getting more demure, or at least more discreet. There’s more than one way to experience the camel configurations in life.
If you catch our drift…
The first single from her new album has a lyric version which we mistakenly looked at first. The hint-hint take on the humps was reinforced by this stanza-ending burst of Swiftian directness.
That doesn’t seem too demure or straitlaced, does it?
Except we erred by skipping the official video, which was created with a whole different esthetic. That slinky red dress and elbow length gloves are nowhere in sight. The color scheme and the design sense are more, shall we say, middle eastern in affect. The recurrent figure in that video has been borrowed for our own artistic impression of the song, which really does look like it belongs here.
Now she looks like a desert princess mounted sidesaddle on her camelicious throne.
All that’s just paving the way for the, um, Official Video, which honestly looks like it has some distinctly Islamic (Pro-Palestinian?) touches you might not notice going on stylistically the first time through. But here goes.
You have to admit there’s more than a passing resemblance to a harem esthetic. The earth tone color scheme, the ornate but timeless furniture looking like what a sheik of the desert might have, while Taylor’s beaded headdress and feathered semi-nudity seem submissively seductive.
What raises the ante is the way the video is put together. All those transitions remind me of moving versions of Islamic geometric art, as briefly introduced here.
And if you have one more minute, see what the geometrically designed transitions in the video resemble in what you’ve just seen.
Now. Do you have some serious suspicions about what’s going on with Taylor Swift and the real direction of her change in lifestyle? Do you?
Me neither. It’s Hump Day, and by my clock we are definitely past the midway point of the work week. All the symbols and gimmicks have done their job for another week. So I think I’ll close the way I did last time I spent any time on Hump Day. Can you believe this happened while walking our terrier on a Wednesday?
Me neither. Good luck making it to the weekend. As to Taylor and her intended, I suggest we “leave them the fuck alone.” That’s enough of her music for a while too.










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