Why Princess-ville

The reason I call my blog Princess-ville is because when I was in jail in California, one of the female guards oddly perceived me as a bit different from the usual inmate (I'm not sure what it was that I said or did to have her think this) and the way she interpreted that difference was interesting. If I asked for something, however minor, however commonly asked for, she would reply, "This isn't the Ritz," or "This isn't Princess-ville." So, from now on I will always think of the world outside jail as this wonderful place called Princess-ville. One day, when I just had to ask for something (it was a request to move me to another cell so that the brain-damaged drug addict who hated me whom I shared a cell with wouldn't kill me), I said to her sincerely, "Listen, I know this isn't the Ritz or Princess-ville but can't I please be moved?" Her reply was to threaten to put me in A Block, followed by a graphic description of A Block, where they put the insane inmates, padded walls, locked up 24/7, video surveillance (which actually is simply a description of jail in Kansas!). So I dropped the request. At any rate, this is Princess-ville.