Things that have crossed my newsfeed, twitter stream and facebook wall recently
(in no particular order):
I think there are more but my morning coffee has worn off by now and it’s all a blur.
I’ve never been much for trends. Just when I become aware of a trend and jump on the bus I look over to find everyone else taking a cab ride to another party. I remember vividly going into the Gap back in the mid 90’s looking for “stretch pants” to go with a giant flannel shirt I thought looked all the rage when the lovely little girl who worked there informed me that they no longer stocked those. I persisted and she chuckled a little and said, “those are ‘out’ now. Nobody has them.”
As embarrassing as that was in the moment I’m not convinced that I consider this a bad trait overall. It is what it is, I guess.
I have opinions about all of these trending topics. I give them in about 140 characters on my twitter feed. In 140 characters I am able to hone my wit to a sharp point and send that rusty barb right out into the world easy peasy. I love Twitter.
Lately, though, when it comes to blogging about trending topics I’ve been gripped with the thought that even though I get a fairly decent response to my “trending” posts it really ends up feeling like adding to the noise instead of cutting through it, offering something new, something none of us really considered before. I find that I’m in a constant state of shoring up one side or the other. It’s exhausting. I’m exhausted.
So, in the vein of “if you can’t say something of substance don’t say nothing at all” I think I’ll just leave you with a quote from one of my favorite films, “Raising Arizona” because to be honest, I’m really just shaking my head most days in response to the trending topics. I got nothing.
Say that reminds me, how’d you get that kid so darn fast? Me and Dot went in to adopt on account a’ somethin’ went wrong with my semen, and they said we had to wait five years for a healthy white baby. I said, “Healthy white baby? Five years? What else you got?” Said they got two Koreans and a negra born with his heart on the outside. It’s a crazy world.
Someone oughta sell tickets.
Sure, I’d buy one.