Today MAMA KAT’S WRITING WORKSHOP is asking for a post inspired by the word “orange.”
I have been thinking about my post about jail because of poor Theresa Guidice’s recent sentencing of 15 months in jail. While that might be scary for her – let’s not all forget how luxurious a minimum security prison can be….
This is a repost from last OCTOBER, enjoy!
My book club recently chose the book “Orange is the New Black” as our book pick. I was interested in reading this and watching the series based on a woman who is sent to a Danbury, Connecticut prison for a drug trafficking crime she committed during college, ten years after the fact.
A friend mentioned that she had watched the entire series on Netflix and was obsessed with it.
“Why? It’s that good?” I inquired.
“No, because I drive by the Danbury exit and fantasize what it would be like if I could live in the prison…” she answered in a hushed tone.
“Haha…” I chuckled.
She looked back at me with a straight face. “Do you think it’s bad that I have fantasies of going to prison?” she asked.
“Well, I haven’t seen the show….I don’t know….” I answered warily.
“Well – let me tell you…I don’t see the problem with going to prison at all….it seems downright enjoyable. They read entire books without anyone bothering them and they provide you with an outfit!” she exclaimed.
Hmm…she has a point…and upon reading the book, I completely understand what she’s fantasizing about…..
TEN REASONS WHY GOING TO PRISON IS BETTER THAN BEING HOME WITH MY KIDS:
1 – UNDISTURBED LEISURELY READING: Well, the reading thing is huge for me. Imagine if you could just lie in bed all day and read books and magazines without being disturbed?
Are you fucking kidding me? That’s supposed to be punishment?
I am sorry – but the last time I read more than one page of US Weekly without being bothered by some child or husband was 1994. Also, I have been reading this “Orange is the New Black” book for two weeks and have read only half because by the time I get around to reading, my eyelids won’t stay open.
2 – UNLIMITED EXERCISE TIME: Although I have the best of intentions, when I am not working and especially when I am working, it is extremely difficult to squeeze in even 45 minutes of exercise. I am constantly scrambling around, running errands, cleaning, volunteering, buying 500 birthday presents, grocery shopping and cooking. To be able to go to a daily yoga class AND take a daily hour-long stroll around the prison track would be downright luxurious.
3 –ALL MEALS ARE PROVIDED: I am sorry, perhaps I am misunderstanding the penal system, but explain to me what is so sad and hard about someone serving you 3 meals a day? Granted the food is disgusting but guess who’s not cooking or cleaning the kitchen?? You.
4 – NO PRIMPING – In prison, (much like at home) you don’t want anyone to try to get with you romantically. But in prison you can outwardly let yourself go (which you can’t really do in polite society.)
When you are in jail, you can essentially never do your hair or makeup again. If I knew that I was surrounded by butchy lesbians that were murderers and drug addicts…you can be sure I would be flushing my flatiron and mascara down the toilet.
I would immediately assume a “natural look.” I am sure Mr. Gaga would be upset when he saw me during visiting hours, but I think I wouldn’t really care anymore.
5 -AUTOMATIC WEIGHT LOSS WITHOUT TRYING: When all of the food in your life is inedible and you are afraid of everyone around you and stressed about your predicament of being a jailbird guess what happens? You get skinny…..without trying. Well I hate to say it but I’ll commit a felony tomorrow for that opportunity alone.
6- ALL COOKING IS DONE IN THE MICROWAVE: If you ever get an urge to cook in prison you can steal random ingredients and cook them up in a microwave for a special prison-time fine dining special. So basically the most work that you will ever do concerning a meal will be to press a button. Upon cooking up such creation, the people who you share it with will “ooh” and “ahh” and be very appreciative. Unlike the little bastards at home that complain and refuse to eat after you slaved for hours over a hot stove.
7 – THERE’S A UNIFORM: And they give you several…for free. I literally would love nothing more than to wear a uniform for the rest of my life.
I essentially have created my own uniforms that consist of wife beaters, flip flops and uggs even though I am not incarcerated. It would be nice to know that I am wearing a uniform because I have to due to strict prison guidelines and not just because I have lost all hope of being stylish and cool.
If I had a choice looking like these two for life:
or these two…..
8- Coffee-time: So apparently in prison, twice a day there is coffee time. Prisoners are offered coffee and they can take their coffee and sit with their friends and enjoy their coffee and have “coffee-talk.”
What the fuck?
Do you know I literally take two sips of every coffee I ever make or purchase? Do you know that I have half-drunk coffees strewn about my car because I am always racing around like a maniac?
Do you remember the last time you and a friend just sat face-to-face drinking lattes without children and without interruptions?
Well if you would ever enjoy doing that twice a day…you better start swallowing a balloon filled with drugs my law-abiding friends.
9 – YOU ENTERTAIN CHILDREN ONCE A WEEK: That’s right. When you are very bad and you commit heinous crimes “for punishment” you see your children once a week. OH! THAT WOULD BE SO HORRIBLE!
I say as I run into the streets carjacking the first people I can find.
10 – YOU CAN DEVELOP HOBBIES: I would be thrilled with the reading and the exercise but if you so desired you can take up knitting. Apparently this is a popular prison hobby.
Although I do not fall in the category of you 50 Shades loving- bullet users…you can even knit yourself a bullet and spend countless hours…um….enjoying your “yarn bullet.” (A popular prison toy.)
I won’t be judging any of you if you choose to break a few laws at this time. If we see each other robbing a bank or shoplifting at our local Macy’s, we can give a wink, knowing that we are that much closer to a coffee and a fresh jumpsuit.
XO, LADY GOO GOO GAGA