Showing posts with label medical cannabis. Show all posts
Showing posts with label medical cannabis. Show all posts

Thursday, January 26, 2012

My so-called super gooey purple cheese sticky sour kush life...


Earlier this week, while visiting my parents in Palm Springs, my mom and I decided to stop by a dispensary in the area. Being a loyal patient of Harborside Health Center (and more importantly, girlfriend of the GM/co-star of "Weed Wars," Andrew DeAngelo), I hadn't frequented many other dispensaries and was interested in seeing what was available to my parents and friends in the desert. I was careful to enter the small shop without preconceived notions, and instructed my mom to not "brag" about me and my illustrious connections. I very simply wanted to see what other patients see when they enter such an establishment. Plus, I love my parents very much but a medicated brownie was becoming necessary...

Once inside, reception was warm and welcoming, giving us cautious tips on compliant traveling and driving with medicine in tow. But once the owner caught sight of my Oakland address, things turned a little sour--and I don't mean of the "diesel" variety (a little dorky cannabis humor for you).

"Oh yeah, in Oakland you have Harborside and 'Weed Wars' so it's all mainstream there," said the owner, with more than a hint of derision. I kept my mouth shut, steeling myself for what soon became a tirade of disparaging remarks about Harborside's success. Trying to ascertain the source behind the bitterness, and trying to stop the flush from overcoming my face, I calmly replied that Harborside is where I like to go in my hometown, and the owner backed off--just a bit--vaguely acknowledging her onslaught of negativity with a self-deprecating chuckle.

Although the owner was quite helpful and generous with product recommendations after that, I couldn't shake the feeling of being misunderstood and attacked--even subversively. It's a feeling I've grown accustomed to as of late, what with the broadcast of "Weed Wars" and the many hours I've spent online since, scouring critical reviews, blog commentary and endless tweets about the show, about Harborside, and about my beloved boyfriend and his family.

Despite its legal, medical uprising in certain states, cannabis remains a hot-button topic. And because Harborside Health Center is the largest medical cannabis dispensary in the country, it already receives a lot of media attention and public scrutiny. I expect critical backlash from people who haven't been educated about cannabis' medical merits or those who simply choose to hang on to their conservative "all drugs are bad" stance. But what I didn't expect was that the majority of "haters" would come from within the medical cannabis industry itself.

When "Weed Wars" debuted, I obsessed with people's honest and immediate reaction to the show and mainstream perceptions of the industry. Naturally, I turned to Twitter. The majority of tweets were favorable and/or incredulous (mainly in non-medical cannabis regulated states and countries), but of course I fixated on the negative criticisms. And what struck me were the blatant hypocrisies...

"Let's Get High," aka @PokerStoned, who in his profile pic is wearing a green t-shirt with a smiley face smoking a joint, tweeted that "sometimes the people on weed wars don't help the image of a stereotypical pothead." Along the same lines, "Stoner Simpson," aka @PapersNoBlunts, who cites himself as a "verified weed smoker...modern day hippy...smoke something bitch..." tweeted that "this weed wars shit making potheads look bad."

I realize that public figures must regularly face this kind of critique, both good and bad--and none of it has to necessarily make any sense. And it has made me reassess how I judge celebrities in general. But Harborside is not the Kardashians. And it is especially difficult to accept this kind of blind badgering from people within the industry who realize all too well the political and social obstacles they face on a daily basis. Any success, done legally and with beneficent intent for the medical cannabis community at large, should be encouraged within that community. Open discussions, instead of one-sided attacks, will only propel that larger success.

This is somewhat strange for me, as I've never claimed to be a cannabis activist. But I guess I'm reacting to the pattern of social injustices that we often fall into because we're afraid of change, or we're quickly lacking control of our own lives, or we fail to see that someone else's success does not negate our own.

I'm hoping that through this process, I can keep my ears and eyes open, and not be too discouraged by humanity's great law of entropy. Maybe this wasn't my battle to fight, but it's definitely teaching me how to win with grace.

Friday, March 25, 2011

My So-Called Life as a Reality TV Schlump

I am notoriously camera shy, to put it mildly. To be fair, it's mostly a vanity issue--and I am not very photogenic. It's not that I think I am unattractive, it's just that I don't think my special "charm" that makes me somewhat aesthetically pleasing gets captured in a two-dimensional frame taken from a split-second of time. Plus, it feels forced, shallow--unreal, really. And so I have developed this obnoxious phobia, whereby I see a lens and become horribly, painfully, sometimes angrily...um...anti.

And so, imagine my shock and horror when, because of Thespian and his family's prolific role in the medical cannabis industry, I find myself in the middle of ongoing filming for a documentary-style, reality television series.

Of course I watch some reality TV shows. The affliction started with The Real World and went on to Blind Date, Miami Ink, American Idol, LA Ink, Queer Eye for the Straight Guy, Project Runway, So You Think You Can Dance, Top Chef, What Not to Wear, and yeah, okay, even America's Next Top Model, Rock of Love, Millionaire Matchmaker and The Bachelor. But I refuse to watch any bobbleheaded Housewives of... and Laguna Beach derivations--I have my scruples--because most of these shows play up to, as CBS News so aptly points out, "a hunger to watch people with no discernible talent, no discernible insights, but who are willing, eager to be seen and heard doing... nothing."

I have always said, there is no good reason for me to be on TV. I am a writer; I am mostly in my head, my wit and propensity for verbosity rarely comes out in public speaking situations, unless I am in a dive bar, amidst the slatternly good-natured drunks and creatively minded misfits with whom I comfortably associate. But none of that translates well for television. Not in a way that's suitable for the kids anyhow.

But, here we are. Because I am involved with a man who is immersed in a fascinating subculture that stirs up controversy, I, too, am getting caught up in the marijuana maelstrom...and over the next few weeks, I imagine that I will want to share with you (as I am wont to do) the process of having our lives taped, to find out what happens when people stop being polite, and start getting, um, medicated.

TO BE CONTINUED...