A friend of mine posted this thing on Facebook. It’s a shining example of one of those passive-aggressive/feel-good/one-upsmanship things that show up there. My interpretation of the message is “Look at me and how selfless and wonderful I am! You can try to show how great you are by re-posting it, but you’ll never be as great as me, because I posted it first. If you don’t re-post it, we can all just accept how horrible a person you must be.” (Your interpretation may vary, it’s a free world). Here it is:
Since it’s posted here and not on my Facebook page, readers are permitted to not feel guilty if they are okay with orphans remaining alone or for sick people staying ill. As a rule, my Facebook page seldom shows much more than my blog links. I try to avoid posting any sort of “happy horse-shit/pray for my cancer riddled Dachshund/what-the-world-needs-now-is-love-sweet-love” types of things. Ironically, since there will be a link to this post, the above message will end up showing up on my Facebook wall, albeit in a roundabout sort of way.
Faithful readers may recall my earlier attempts at creating my own stuff to post on Facebook. In one blog post I came up with several inspirational posters, and in another I developed a yet to be patented decoder ring for FB posts. Sadly none of them have taken off and been re-posted hundreds of thousands of times. The lack of a meteoric rise in success of posters like the one below may be due to a paucity of wit among readers*, a lack of readers in general, or the fact there are no kittens in any of the photos.
(* Not you, Darling, those other readers – you know who I mean!)
Despite my previous failures, the post that my friend passed along like an emotional flu bug has inspired me to try one more time. I’ve developed my own “I Want I Want I Want” poster, which is brutally honest and not designed to make anyone feel crappy for not posting it. That being said, if you don’t post it on your Facebook wall, I’ll mope around the house and wish I’d never gone to all this trouble.
I didn’t see the MTV awards show this year. Then again, I’ve never seen an MTV award show.
True to form, those preceding two facts will not deter me from weighing in on this year’s highly-hyped edition. For those readers who actually saw the awards show, feel free to roll your eyes at the inaccuracies which will soon follow. For the rest of you, take my word for it and try to enjoy my synopsis. By reading my account and not actually watching the show, you’ll have saved yourself an hour or two, including roughly 23 minutes of Axe Body Spray commercials.
As a bit of background, MTV Music Television – which hasn’t aired music videos since who knows when – has an annual movie and music awards show. The show has had its share of “outrageous” moments, all of which served to catapult someone further into the spotlight for a few more minutes. This is the same venue where Madonna sucked face with Britney and Lady Gaga covered her loins with flank steaks (or maybe she covered her flanks with loins). Howard Stern once flew in dressed as his own super hero, “Fartman”, and blew up part of the stage with an egger.
This year’s big story, if the internet is to be believed, is that Miley Cyrus did a naughty dance on stage. To be honest, I wouldn’t recognize Miley if she was twerking right in front of my house. It’s a safe bet that I’d yell at her to stay the hell off my grass though. I’ve written about Miley before and if nothing else interesting happens in the future, I likely will again. She’s constantly featured in gossip rags and we all know that’s where I get some of my best material.
Even more fun than Miley’s dancing is the feigned shocked reactions by the media to what they had all expected in the first place. I don’t doubt that some of the talk-news types already had “outrage over something that was said or done at the MTV awards” penciled into the following week’s programming before the show even happened.
I sat in a doctor’s office waiting room on Monday, listening to one TV talking head after another yabber on and on about Miley’s performance, with one commentator making the suggestion that they should no longer call her by name. Apparently, “She Who Will Not Be Named” is this knucklehead’s idea of a punishment for someone whose parents named her “Miley”. It seemed something of an over-reaction to Miley’s antics to put her in the same category as Beetlejuice and Leona Helmsley.
On Tuesday I sat in another doctor’s waiting room and listened to more of the same. I’m either getting old or I’ve changed careers and become a pharmaceutical sales rep.
At one point, they stopped talking about Miley having unsafe relations with a foam finger and discussed poison gas attacks and the likelihood of the US getting themselves into yet another no-win military clusterfuck in yet another middle eastern country. There was a commercial break and then it was back to more in-depth debate over the outrageous behavior of former child stars. Justin Beiber could not be reached for comment as he was busy killing a potted palm.
As the world teeters on the brink of absolute bedlam, I suppose it’s a perverse luxury to spend our time worrying about a skinny white girl shaking her moneymaker on a TV award show. I can hardly wait to see what diversions next week will bring.
I read a news story the other day about Miley Cyrus getting a new tattoo. To be clear, I wouldn’t really call it a “news story”. It was more like “30 seconds of my life which I’ll never, ever get back”, but for the sake of argument, we’ll call it a story. Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, Miley got a new tattoo. It seems to be a Tweet-sized portion of a speech which Theodore Roosevelt gave in France in 1910.
It reads: “So that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat.”
The portion of the speech the quote came from is: “The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at the best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat.”
For the record, I got both of those quotes from eonline.com, your source for entertainment news and my source for historical quotes.
First impressions tell us that presidents sure did talk fancy-like back in 1910. My modern interpretation of the actual meaning of Teddy’s full quote is; “Yo! Give up mad props to the doers, and don’t pay no mind to the haters – kin I git a ‘oh-hellz-yee-ay-ah’?” Or maybe it’s about the dirty little gladiator who could – you decide.
My interpretation of Miley’s chosen snippet is “Those who can’t do, should get jobs at Chipotle and stop working as, like, critics and stuff”.
The new ink is strategically located on the volar aspect of Miley’s left forearm. That’s the part you can’t see unless she holds her arm out and goes palm up (Volar is an anatomical term which I threw in because I’m tired of looking petty and stupid – instead I’ll appear petty and smart). The location prevents prying eyes from getting a good gander at it, and she can sneak peaks at it in her lap during mid-term exams, if she decides to take history classes at Hollywood Community College or Yale or wherever.
It stands to reason that even pop-stars can’t go covering their bodies with entire 12 page speeches by turn-of-the-century politicians.
It’s far easier to just take a little snippet which suits you. This way, you get the intellectual credit for quoting someone famous, without all those pesky “four score’s” and “hitherto’s” making your sexy tramp-stamp look like some historical document on that funny, yellow parchment paper.
In an effort to endear myself to the young, beautiful, famous set, I’ve gone and found a cool presidential quote, and it’s just chock full of great stuff, plus it’s more recent than 1910, so there’s no need to edit out all that flowery, antique lingo.
Here are a few potential snippets (If it will help, try to visualize them in fancy script with piercings nearby):
I want you to listen– What recording artist wouldn’t want this one, and it’s from a President!
To say one thing– This speaks of honesty and simplicity, a single message – so deep, so pure. Put it on your index finger to help drive home the point of “one”.
Say this again I did– I love this! It feels like Dr. Seuss meets Yoda, but it’s from a man who was leader of the free world! This one would great in Old English script across the hairless, defined pecs of any rapper!
I need to go back– Ah, the love of a simpler time – when men were men and women were barefoot, pregnant and without fancy hair extensions! It can go on your back, but if that’s too literal, put it on your leg or something – go crazy, you’re a star, ferchissakes!!
Back to work– Pull yourselves up by your bootstraps America! Let’s go build Chryslers! Put this ink right where your gym-body muscles show!
For the American people– That’s right! It’s all for you America! Now go see my latest movie and disregard that stuff you saw in the tabloids about my alleged relations with underage boys on my vacation to Thailand.
Have sexual relations with that woman, Miss– Supporting gay marriage is sooo last year, this tattoo says “Go hook up with that girl over there in the sensible shoes” President’s orders! So naughty, but so nice!
To lie not a single time– Who among us hasn’t strived for honesty? Put this one across your heart, and make sure it’s above your bra line for the paparazzi!
You’ve likely figured out the original quote, but here it is anyway:
”I want to say one thing to the American people. I want you to listen to me. I’m going to say this again: I did not have sexual relations with that woman, Miss Lewinsky. I never told anybody to lie, not a single time; never. These allegations are false. And I need to go back to work for the American people. ”
—Bill Clinton, Jan. 26, 1998 (Quote from about.com)
Coming up next week, we’ll look at tribal tattoos and decide if those A-List stars really meant to advocate female circumcision in New Guinea and monkey sacrifices in the Amazon Basin, or if they just thought the designs were cool looking.