Cathy Pepe
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Musings on being Italian
Imagine bearing a last name that should belong to a small yappy dog. Pepe: It’s cute for a Chihuahua, but not ideal for a young girl who at the start of every new class, was getting ready to slide under the desk on the first day of school as the teacher, a combination of confused and embarrassed, asked: “Is Cathy Pep—?, err, — Peep?, ah,—Pee-Pee, present?” Even now Spell Check humiliates me by suggesting: Peep, Pipe, Pope, and Peet.
By Cathy Pepe3 years ago in Confessions
The Psychopathology of Cartoon Characters
“Sometimes even I am afraid of the things my mind comes up with.” -Bugs Bunny I read a lot as a kid, but I didn’t read books. While other kids were beginning to read assigned literature from English classes, I was devouring comics books like “Archie” and “Richie Rich.” I had collections of them and kept tabs on when the latest editions of “Mad Magazine” and the like would hit Mel’s penny candy store, which was two blocks from where I lived. I also religiously watched Saturday morning cartoons.
By Cathy Pepe3 years ago in Confessions
My Fatal Flaw
“If you’re going to San Francisco”, be sure to wear some flowers in your hair…” -Scott McKenzie This song was released in 1967 when I was in the 7th grade. It was probably one of the first tics on my inner compass that eventually took me there. Over the years, I envisioned myself in a long skirt, tye-dyed dancing barefoot in a Woodstock-like place. I was 14 when the real Woodstock took place in August of 1969 on Yasgurs farm in New York. Of course, my parents wouldn’t let me go.
By Cathy Pepe3 years ago in Beat
A Horse is a Horse; of Course, of Course.
by Cathy Pepe “I think I’d rather be a cowboy. I think I’d rather ride the range.” -John Denver The first thing I remember being fascinated by as a child was horses. I thought they were the most majestic things I’d ever seen. I was obsessed with them. Freud posited that little girls love horses because of penis envy. No way I would ever agree with that theory. Although I did want to be a boy, it had nothing to do with a part of the anatomy that I had never seen before. I wanted to be a cowboy because in the late 50s and early 60s there wasn’t a whole lot of data about cowgirls.
By Cathy Pepe3 years ago in Viva