Alright, alright. I get it. You LOVE the whole Harry Potter thing.

Every little aspect of it, from googeling Daniel Radcliffe’s wang to so eagerly anticipating the arrival of the FedEx truck with the latest volume that shorten you throw yourself dangerously into ‘in desperate need of meds territory’ every time a vehicle rumbles past (you know who you are). There are the midnight parties, the costumes, the spoilers across the internet, the fake books, the lead up to the release, the release, that guy who had JK Rowlings autograph tattooed onto his arm, aaagh!
(I really want to know if the tattoo guy was severely beat after he paid the bill. Seriously. How do you ask for that with a straight face?)

There are worse things one could be addicted to, I supppose, but this spawning of the new generation of Potter-heads makes me a teeny bit sad. I yearn for the good old days. When a ‘pot head’ meant something. When they were real honest to goodness hippie types. They caravaned around in VW buses, a perma joint grasped between their fingers condemning ‘the man’ with winsome talk of peace, love and harmony.

Sure the pachouli baths, incessant need for all things munchies , and the ever present loafingof this ’special’ race did nothing to propagate their species, but is this the fate they deserve? To have the sophisticated 2 finger handling of some rockin cigaweed replaced by the sweaty fists of the wand grippers? Daisy crowns lose their territory to eyeliner fashioned lightning bolts. Instead of lofty goals for the world, frantic discussions are regarding the fate of muggles and magic everywhere are held! Mwhahahaha!

And I admit, I read the first 4 books and thought I was maintaining a pretty high level of hip for that. (that was yeras ago now, wasn’t it?) But I wonder, if, caught up in the madness of that world, if we’ve lost sight of what’s important. The real news. Does anyone even realize that Lindsay Lohan was arrested again this morning? Britney Spears made a big old ass of herself with the OK! folks in London, using Chanel dresses to wipe up her dog’s poo. And we really must stay vigilant since the next Paris shenanigan could happen any moment! These ladies need us! They may not use track 9 3/4 for their public transport, or keep their fat wads of cash in the Gringotts Wizards Bank, but hey, if we’re going to revamp the hippie, let it be with couture, gossip and snark instead.

**it is important to note that all Harry Potter references were discovered through careful research. I know nothing of this Potter world. At all.