As I write this, the entitled, elitist New York Yankees have just had their entitled, elitist New York asses handed to them by a baseball team in Houston, Texas. And I think I’m a little sad about it. I’m pretty sure I’m supposed to be happy—we are talking about the ‘Evil Empire’ here, losing to a ragtag group of boys from . . . Houston?
The Astros play in Minute Maid Park, a name that conjures images of sunshine, and mom. The Yankees play in Yankee Stadium, a name that conjures images of lions, and Yankees. A cute train goes around Minute Maid Park; Yankee Stadium is in the Bronx. The Bronx doesn’t do cute. Continue reading
I consider myself something of a foodie, so I was excited to try this new Vietnamese place that opened in my neighborhood. Unfortunatey, though they advertised traditional noodle soup, the soup was not exactly authentic. In addition, they charged me extra for it! Needless to say, I walked out, yelling, “Fee? Fie! For faux pho?”
(note–this rant previously was posted on Facebook, but it bears repeating. Besides, I don’t write new material all that often, so…)
Look, I believe I am more progressive than most people, and I’m not above virtue signaling, even when nobody might notice (side note – – when did it become a bad thing to ‘signal’ that you have virtue?).
Hell, I even changed the voice on my Google home assistant to one of the male options, because I didn’t like the idea of telling a ‘woman’ what song to play.
Someone posted a picture of Olivia Newton-John (WHOM I ADORED) on my feed, and some random dude felt they needed to comment that “as far as I’m concerned, she represented a major turn away from feminism.”
First of all, stop it. Secondly, stop it. Olivia made a lot of people happy in a world where not a lot of people are…happy. Let her rest in peace, and maybe fight battles that matter.