Now, more than two decades later, she wonders what her punk past was
all about.
   “I don’t agree with anything I said in those days,” she
said. “Nothing. Completely opposite. I don’t believe any of it. I think
it’s madness. Malcolm wrote these texts about Dickensian urchins creating
havoc, you know, very poetic, but nonsense. One of our slogans was, `Under
the paving stones lies the beach.’ And at one point, I thought to myself,
`I’ve no interest in living on the beach.'”
     “At the time I felt very rebellious,” she went
on, “but I now realize there’s no point in it. The urban guerrilla
was essentially what we were after, but I don’t believe there is a crusade
to be waged by wearing clothes. You just become the token rebel who persuades
everyone they are living in a free society. Society
tolerates its rebels because it absorbs them into its consumer society.