I know someone with a wee bit of a short-man’s-complex (according to him, he’s 5′10″, and that’s how knows I’m taller than 5′4″, because when he stands next to me, he has to be on tiptoes to look down at me).
He revels in being right–but over stupid things that don’t matter, anyway. Over things that no one’s arguing with him to begin with.
Today, I made the mistake of using the word “metaphor” instead of “simile” (and, yes, I have two English degrees, and yes, he’s better than I am). He reacted with a ten-minute happy-rant about how it’s okay to be wrong, but he’s never wrong, and a simple “I’m sorry-you-were-right-I-apologize” would suffice.
And because we’re in a semi-professional environment, I have to hold me tongue to keep from asking, “every time a woman’s wrong, does your dick grow?”
Disclaimer is kind of an ugly word
February 6, 2009
I’m working on some thought about the terrorism label and green scares. It’s going to take me a day or two…in the meantime, please note that I’m ambivalent towards the political sentiments of most of the blogs I link to. This isn’t an apology or a way of saying, “hey, I’m just a moderate good girl who doesn’t want to offend anyone” (especially since, in certain contexts, I really delight in offending others). This is just my way of saying that everything I’ve linked to is worth reading, regardless of which parts you or I may agree or disagree with. And I think it’s really fucking important to pay very close attention to how words like “terrorism” are used. Yes, for the upcoming post, I’m specifically referring to Green is the New Red, but it won’t be the only political/AR-activist/Eco-activist/leftie-commie writing to which I’ll refer in posts to come.
ETA: I guess I should clarify my sarcasm behind the “leftie-commie” label. In the rare chance anyone I don’t know is reading this, I’m not exactly, uh, conservative.
Percy Still Likes Plastic
February 6, 2009
Hey, there:
About a yearish ago (I think), my friend and I started this blog and got bored with it pretty soon after. I don’t know if he’ll ever contribute again, but I have some new things to say and I’m too lazy to start a new page from scratch. You can thank B for writing the one funny story because I’m sure everything I post will be about green scares, pretending I’m punk enough to fuck up capitalism, and how to stretch $40 so into a two-week food budget (potatoes, beans, and oatmeal. What’s a green vegetable?).
I’m mostly here because I’m too cool for facebook. That’s all.
Oh, B, if you do happen to pour salt on your brother’s wounds again, and would like to write about it, I changed the password because I couldn’t remember it.
If anyone’s reading and wants something more interesting, type “David Berman hates his father” into Google.
