The neuroses of frozen foods in plastic trays, where the peas and the potatoes never meet.
Or overweight steroid addicted chickens being fed to overweight TV addicted Americans.
Or the oxymoron of 'Light' beef. Or the absurdity of fences dividing the burbs into
a million little islands. Its all about anxiety, not just the ultra-heavy anxieties
of murder, war and destruction, but the common daily anxieties, like hating the
neighbors because they look funny, or food phobias (a friend of mine wouldn't eat
broccoli till she was 35 because it LOOKED like it didn't taste good), or identity
phobias: little wire frame glasses, suits with stripes that go up and down, not the other way.