9 East 71st Street, Factory, Finishing School

The wealth, and beauty, of the countryside flows into the big city. As a raw material.

H-E, from Nebraska, flowed into NYC, as a raw material.

Unto the raw material from the countryside, value is added.

Sometimes, the adding of value is called, “industry”, which is said to occur in a “factory”, or something.

H-E, a raw material from Nebraska, attends “Finishing School”, in NYC.

She attends “Finishing School” at 9 East 71st Street, in Mannahattas, bearing in mind Central Park, UN headquarters, MOMA, Grand Central Station, the Guggenheim,the Waldorf Astoria, Carnegie Hall, Madison Square Garden, the Statue of Liberty.

When “industry”, “manufacturing”, “production”, “mass production” treats of raw material, from the outside these processes look brutal. It looks as if the raw material is getting the crap beat out of it. There is loud thumping, grinding, pulverizing, gnashing of gears and teeth, whimpering– gases are emitted, and fluids squeezed out, sometimes collected and recycled, or, depending on the regime of control currently in control, ejected into a nearby river. Or, in the parlance of the EPA, waterbody.

There is a sense the raw material has not willingly submitted to such treatment. There is resistance, always in danger of cutting into the bottom line, which, under some conditions fattens, which is bad, or goes beyond Twiggy, into anorexia nervosa. Which is an eating disorder. And bad, at least once it is no longer fashionable.

Yet the raw material is transformed. This, it would seem to me, is undeniable. Maybe it is plastic surgery gone wrong, or something, and why do women want to have boob jobs in the first place?