Ideology, the gaze, and the Bus

For some reason I feel self conscious when I ride on a really crowded unitrans bus or stuck in a really long line. Something about thinking I was smarter than everyone else in line, like I should have known when there would be no one riding the bus or no one in line. Maybe it's the intrusion of personal space.

Production Notes: Mark riding the crowded bus

Goal: Justify Mark riding a crowded bus rather than wait for a less crowded one.

Being one who doesn't waste time/ hates layovers, even for an hour between flights/ classes/ meetings, Mark leaves as late as possible to get to class. Of course everyone else does too. So Mark is crammed on to a bus with 70 other people, wheel chair seats up, back packs on the floor. Why didn't Mark catch a different bus? Any later and he'd be late to class; any earlier and there would be that early morning hang-time with no one to hang out with/ nothing to do on campus. Really, he has sleep to catch up on in that extra 40 minutes.

Why does he have to ride the bus? Walking to Campus would take three times long as riding the crowded bus. He would Bike and free him self of the crowded bus, but it's raining this week, and his commitment to being green/ riding his trendy fixed gear bike. He doesn't own a car, can't bum a ride, so it's the bus for him.

Are the buses "good"? public transportation reduce per capita pollution/ consumption waste/ all those things we have been told are bad. on the other hand, it sucks being uncomfortable and having our personal spaces invaded.

the gaze to look at your self through the window of ideology, as a subject of that thought structure.