You're not good/And you certainly aren't very much fun
Here, in no particular order, is the list of things I don't get this week.
1. Allegedly coolsie blokes who are, essentially, a-holes.
Why is it that there is a group of blokes who are all groovy and social justice-y and then screw it all up by having the worst gender politics in the world? How hard is it guys*? You feel deep empathy for the people of Darfur? Think global, act local - stop treating your girlfriend like shit. Seriously.
2. “New muffins”.
Best I can tell, the “new muffin” is an attempt to trick people into buying un-iced cupcakes and pretend they’re being healthy. I tried to fight the power today by asking for a cupcake and this is what happened:
Me: Can I have one of those choc chip cupcakes please?
Waiter: Cupcakes? (looks confused)
Me: Right there (points)
Waiter: Oh. You mean a muffin…
Me: Is it a healthy one?
Waiter: Ummmm. (looks fearful for personal safety)
Me: There’s so much sugar in them these days, they seem more like cupcakes to me.
Waiter: Right….(backs away slowly)
3. Morrissey and Robert Smith feuding.
Is there any point to this at all?
4. Why there isn’t more comedy in religion.
What’s not to love about this comment by the Robert Forsyth, an Anglican Bishop in Sydney regarding the announcement of the Pope that non-Catholic churches are “seriously deficient” – “Of course, they would think that — we think they're a bit dodgy, too, but we've come a long way from saying the Pope is the antichrist”
5. The exact moment when my Dad had me pegged.
The other day, he and I were discussing ‘Seven Types of Ambiguity’ by Elliot Perlman. I said I didn’t like it. He looked me straight in the eye, sighed and said: “You think it’s too misogynist,” in a tone that suggested a vast world-weariness with my feminist views. He’s right. I do.
6. Why people in my workplace are always laughing at what I say.
Either I’m being patronised as some kind of village idiot figure, or I am my workplace’s answer to Dave Allen (without the body-shirt or chain-smoking).
* rhetorical question which refers to difficulty, not whatever you thought it meant.
1. Allegedly coolsie blokes who are, essentially, a-holes.
Why is it that there is a group of blokes who are all groovy and social justice-y and then screw it all up by having the worst gender politics in the world? How hard is it guys*? You feel deep empathy for the people of Darfur? Think global, act local - stop treating your girlfriend like shit. Seriously.
2. “New muffins”.
Best I can tell, the “new muffin” is an attempt to trick people into buying un-iced cupcakes and pretend they’re being healthy. I tried to fight the power today by asking for a cupcake and this is what happened:
Me: Can I have one of those choc chip cupcakes please?
Waiter: Cupcakes? (looks confused)
Me: Right there (points)
Waiter: Oh. You mean a muffin…
Me: Is it a healthy one?
Waiter: Ummmm. (looks fearful for personal safety)
Me: There’s so much sugar in them these days, they seem more like cupcakes to me.
Waiter: Right….(backs away slowly)
3. Morrissey and Robert Smith feuding.
Is there any point to this at all?
4. Why there isn’t more comedy in religion.
What’s not to love about this comment by the Robert Forsyth, an Anglican Bishop in Sydney regarding the announcement of the Pope that non-Catholic churches are “seriously deficient” – “Of course, they would think that — we think they're a bit dodgy, too, but we've come a long way from saying the Pope is the antichrist”
5. The exact moment when my Dad had me pegged.
The other day, he and I were discussing ‘Seven Types of Ambiguity’ by Elliot Perlman. I said I didn’t like it. He looked me straight in the eye, sighed and said: “You think it’s too misogynist,” in a tone that suggested a vast world-weariness with my feminist views. He’s right. I do.
6. Why people in my workplace are always laughing at what I say.
Either I’m being patronised as some kind of village idiot figure, or I am my workplace’s answer to Dave Allen (without the body-shirt or chain-smoking).
* rhetorical question which refers to difficulty, not whatever you thought it meant.
posted by gigglewick at
3:37 pm
14 Comments:
Why is there no cryptic title for me to not understand???? Some random song lyrics from a band I've never even heard of?
I feel so lost...
Robert Forsyth (Bishop of South Sydney) is a pretty funny guy. He was our chaplain when I was in(can't believe I'm about to admit it) EU at Sydney Uni. He's a quiet supporter of Women's Ordination too.
I thought at first (until I tracked down the story in The Age) you were referring to Peter Jensen (the Archie). He is NOT such a funny guy. Far from it.
ps - have you checked for signs surreptiously sticky-taped to your back?
Actonb,
It's Lou Reed today - specifically, needly guitar track 'Vicious'. Not that obscure. One day I might do a post which lists all the lyrics I've quoted and their host songs/artists. Then again I might not.
Now I feel dumb - what is EU? Not European Union, I'm guessing?
PS Just checked my back. It is sign-free, and also remarkably free of knives.
Evangelical Union.
And you just put that title up... sneaky!
okkkkayyyyy.... in fact I think I was putting it on as you were leaving your comment.
gigglewick - are the coolsie blokes you refer to just random coolsies or well-known coolsies? Because I can't help but notice it everywhere at the moment.
Leilani,
Random coolsies - but it is everywhere and it makes me cross.
Nai,
I think blokes CAN be feminists, but I think they need (like women) to live it, not just spray it. Tools indeed.
PS was your word verification biqspax or is this some kind of new insult I don't know about?
gigglewick your blog is becoming my daily fixation. i love it!!
i cannot stand guys who appear to be warm fuzzy lefties but (you find out later) don't understand that their creed should extend to their own lives and relationships. there were loads of them back at uni.
and yes. we need our paunchy indie heroes (smithy and morrissey) to unite, not fight!
People at work are always laughing at what I say as well. No one else ever does, so it can't be that I'm funny. I just sometimes think that people laugh because they don't know that I'm deadly serious. Truely.
Gender politics *sigh* I remember when it used to be OK to be a feminist. I had a person at work look at me like I grew another head when I said I was a feminist the other day. Oh sorry - off topic - yes those men are very annoying. Solve the world crises but don't worry about the little girlfriend.
oops, biqspax was my verification word.
I'm not at all fussed by a guy calling himself a feminist if he extends it beyond pontification. Ditto for the ladies. "Oh sorry - off topic - yes those men are very annoying. Solve the world crises but don't worry about the little girlfriend." Sport on killerrabbit.
I know a man who claims long and loudly that he's a feminist. He makes much of the fact that he does his own laundry. People who don't know him very well believe him and think he is wonderful. This 'feminist' male also belittles everything his wife says, up to and including the rolling of his eyes. They're both academics and he should know better, but when she is saying something serious, he'll put on a baby voice and imitate and mock her mercilessly. He can be insufferable, and I frankly don't know how she puts up with him.
Re #6, so you don't have the bodyshirt or durries... does that mean you lounge about with a glass of whisky in hand (looking ever so sexy)?
Very mean of you to mention Dave Allen. Gets me all hot and bothered (in a good way of course, not in a #1 way - don't get me started there)!
But, Killerrabbit may be onto something: perhaps people are assuming sarcasm. Happens to me a bit. But, even more irritating, when I *am* sarcastic they will take me seriously!
I love a dry sense of humour but unfortunately it often goes over other people's heads. I say just ignore them and enjoy your whisky.
KR,
Those were the days.
Nai,
Yes. i agree completely.
Meva,
If I were holding a glass, and had superpowers, it would be shattered into a million pieces right now. The baby-voice is about as insulting as it gets.
Eleanor,
* straightens bow tie *
* sips whisky with a grimace *
I actually think it might be ever so slightly patronising - many of my coworkers are older than me and I think they think I'm a bit of a novelty.
Of course, I am also heartily amusing.....
Well I think you are heartily amusing and any woman who can see through coolsies is going to be guaranteed a long, healthy fulfilling and pleasant life by the great feminist god in the sky. In the meantime the coolsies will lose their hair, and their women will eventually get so sick of them they will hide their Viagra. Dishonest waiters will have to spend their life eating the sugary sweet stuff they sell and the patronising will end up dribbling in nursing homes being spoken down to by efficient matrons.
Or something like that anyway.
Oh and gw I meant to say thanks for linking to me. I haven't got around to setting up a blogroll yet. But I will soon. I'm snowed under with a project for four weeks so the blogging will have to wait.
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