You've all seen them; they're cute, colorful and seem to be singing to you as they float in bubbles looking up at you with big eyes. They do not transform into mega robots prepared to do battle against the evil Decepticons and you can't dress them up in a miniature outfit, complete with matching accessories, so that they are ready for their date with Ken. One has to use their imagination- whoa shocker- to have fun with these little guys... or simply let them float around in your tub... what ever floats your
So what, you may ask, do those delightful rubber duckies have to do with me? Well the Rubber Ducky Rebellion is a metaphor of sorts (I know, I know... someone else creating a metaphor for their life and writing about it. Tired of these escapades? Then I suggest you stop reading now. That's my disclaimer for the day). Rubber Duckies represent my past, my childhood, my coming of age. Well, I'm definitely of age now and you know what? The real world isn't all its cracked up to be people. Who decided that we should grow up and have responsibilities?? While I accept that this is part of the circle of life, that doesn't mean I have to like it all the time right? OK, good.
So the Rubber Ducky Rebellion is a way to express what it is like for me- a young adult fresh out of college- to learn to become a contributing member of society... or in simple terms- and adult. Good or bad, pretty and ugly, jubilant or forlorn; the Rubber Ducky Rebellion is the window into the world of a young woman finding her place, no matter what obstacles lay in her path.
