As an American living overseas I’m not at all surprised to witness haunting reminders of my beloved country of origin. What I’m referring to is global brands, capitalist conglomerates and, of course, Monster Jam.
Here’s the rundown: Monster Trucks with massive wheels and brute force driving in circles, crashing and scaling dirt mounds briefly becoming airborne before descending only to repeat it again. Cool, right?
Okay, on a more serious note, having lived in South Africa now for the close to three years I’ve been regularly amazed by the cultural diversity and the extreme class divide.
It’s interesting how the more garden variety American popular culture is embraced by all walks of life in this country, but it doesn’t seem to bring people together in harmony.
Unless it’s Monster Jam.
I don’t think it takes an ounce of intelligence to figure out the obvious reason as to why this particular spectator sport brought nearly every type of South African to the Cape Town Stadium last Saturday: Carnage, big air and families.