Here There and Everywhere

Expat wanderer

Big Brother and ‘The Look’

Last night I was caught up in the hormone laden chaos of Marina Mall.

Surrounded by hundreds of thuggy looking 11-year-olds and adolescent trollops, I wondered what kept the atmosphere from becoming explosive? All that testosterone, all that rampant estrogen, what an unpredictable combination! So I watched, and then I saw it.

The girls are mostly behaving themselves. Most are dressed modestly, but are ready for that “we had a moment” glance, and half-hoping, half-fearing that it will come. “Eeeeeee!!” they scream, thinking someone might pass them a phone number.

But what keeps the young monkeys, hopped up on testosterone, from getting carried away?

Big Brother.

Not is a mean way, not in a threatening way, just being a big brother.

I would see the gangs of kids, and I would see a white thobed guy, maybe with a friend, maybe with his family.

And I would see “the glance”. “The Look”.

The look said “I see you.”

The look said “I know who who you are, underneath the gel and goofy clothing.”

The look said “I know your family.”

The look said “Remember your manners, little brother.”

And I saw the boys catch the look, and remember who they are. The look was enough. The look is effective. It breaks through the mob mentality and reminds the boys that they will soon have the responsibilities of young men, and that this mob mentality roaming around the Mall will pass. The look reminds the boys of the need for SELF control. The look might even say “I remember those days, and those days are over.”

It’s enough.

April 19, 2007 - Posted by | Communication, Community, Counter-terrorism, ExPat Life, Generational, Kuwait, Living Conditions, Mating Behavior, Social Issues, Women's Issues

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