Each Fall an army of eighteen-year-old "adults" floods USF, expecting to finally set foot in the long prophesized "real world." They soon discover that college, and the real world, are whatever these freshmen make of them. In constructing their identities, most are required to take a basic writing course. Creative Loafing has chosen four of those students to blog for the Daily Loaf.
For those of you who have never seen Weeds, it is, although you might never guess it, a show about, well, weed. Throw in some inappropriate, underage sexual relationships, Mexican drug lords, crooked cops, Jewish humor, a drug-addicted suburbia, a deaf girl and you’ve got Weeds in a nutshell. If that doesn’t scream “WATCH ME,” I don’t know what does. The following is a short list of observations I’ve made over the past three seasons:
1) With the right attire, you, too, can be a successful pot dealer. And by right attire I mean the skankiest possible outfit you could put together. Nancy Botwin, the posh, pot-dealing mom and main character, made a name for herself in the drug world not with her business savvy, but with her clothes, or lack thereof. She, with her dangerously short shorts and leather boots, has made enough money to pay for a house in a suburb of California, to send her kids to private school, and to by a new hybrid car. Her risqué attire also makes her pretty resourceful. If things turn sour at a drug deal, there’s no need to worry: she can provocatively dance her way out of it. So, ladies, with the right skirt and halter, you can make it out there too…
This article appears in Oct 15-21, 2008.