Perspective.
Photo from The New York Times.
Jury Duty
I have jury duty on January 27 and for the first time ever, I can actually go. Over the years, I’ve learned a lot about juries from television. Specifically from 30 Rock.
And I’ve developed a prejudice towards men, women, children, blacks, whites, asians, people from Ohio, all religions, most animals and three types of fruit.
Wait, am I under oath?
SEEING RED.
It’s January 7th. I hate to be doing this now. But that’s kind of the point.
Why, oh why, is the Valentine’s merchandise already out?
I saw it sneaking in before Christmas was even over. A tiny display at Michael’s with heart-shaped suckers and other pink travesties. I felt its power, its delicious temptation. I also foresaw the escalation.
The rows and rows of heartfelt cards, written by nameless corporate stooges (like myself). The red and pink candy exploited while their green and yellow counterparts languish. The internet ads for last-minute, peer-pressured, panic roses. The gaudy lingerie in the store windows, only appropriate for Valentine’s or a scarred child’s Candyland party. The flippant little candy hearts, modernized to say “Text me.” The department store jewelry sales… shudder.
I’m not single. I only have one cat. I just hate this holiday.
XOXO.
Courtesy of dlisted. Article here.
And yes, I read dlisted and I like it. And yes, I’ve seen 15 minutes of Jersey Shore. I had to see what the hype was all about, right?
