Remember when I told you that I was far too good-natured to use this blog to vent spleen about minor annoyances? Yeah, that was a big fat lie. I’m cranky today. And there are a few things that are exacerbating the crankiness. The crankitude has been dialed up to 11 today, and this shit isn’t helping. I regard all of the following with utter disdain (holla, enc).
I have had just about enough of the insidious seepage of this vile word into every facet of life, from idiot pundits who suggest that developing countries or obscure politicians need to rebrand themselves to moron career consultants who tell hapless jobhunters to use their resumes as “branding tools”. The word itself is bad enough; what’s worse is the dreary idea that if it isn’t marketed, it doesn’t exist. Bah.
I realize that this is a sacred religious symbol in some Native American cultures. I just don’t like it as a decorative motif. I thought that it had all but disappeared from tshirts, dangly earrings and framed gift shop prints, but it appears to have found new and undeserved life on Etsy. When I was living in Rehoboth Beach, Delaware in the early 90s, you couldn’t walk down the street without bumping into someone wearing a kokopelli-themed item. Usually, the “sweatshirt ladies” were the biggest offenders.
What? Well, I’m glad you asked. The “sweatshirt ladies”, so named by me in a term which spread like wildfire among my snotty friends, were middle-aged ladies (and know that right now, I do not exclude myself in any way when I use the term “middle-aged”. But that was then.) who nearly always wore pastel-colored embroidered or appliqued sweatshirts, thick-soled running shoes, and folk-arty handmade jewelry, often featuring a kokopelli. I’m not nearly as insufferably snide as I was then (but I’d still laugh at anyone wearing a pastel embroidered sweatshirt).
Any use at all of the words “Bliss”, “Accountability”, or “Czar” except in discussions of the rulers of Imperial Russia.
These words are hereby stricken from the language. Anyone who wishes to use them should apply to me for a permit. And keep in mind, these permits are bleeping valuable things, I’m not just going to bleeping give them away, know what I mean? (and how sick am I ALREADY of hearing about Chicago politicians and their alleged “corruption”? There are politicians all over the city of Philadelphia who are laughing their asses off right now at the very idea that any other city could produce anything even worthy of the name “corruption”.)