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Please people, I know your cat is cute, and you love it as if it were your child. But it isn’t your child. It isn’t anyone’s child. It’s a cat.
It does not require foods with names like ”white meat chicken and cheddar cheese soufflé with garden greens.” It’s palate does not need to be “dazzled” with “elegant medleys.”
Cats have been around for 10 million years, and in all that time they have survived quite well by gnawing on the raw carcasses of animals they’ve clawed to death. Can we please try to keep some sort of grip on reality?
If you have to imagine something into existence, and it turns out to be evil incarnate, why can’t you imagine it right back out of existence and stop torturing innocent algebra students everywhere?
Seriously, I can live without alternating current and vector analysis.
Because really, if my ex-boyfriend had been a heroine-shooting gay prostitute in the Congo in the late seventies… do you really think he’d tell me?
Are you ever struck by the absurdity of millionnaire celebrities “supporting” charities by having their hair and makeup professionally done, donning a couture gown, and going on stage to ask the John Smiths of the world to each send $5 of his minimum wage salary to the cause of the celebrity’s choice? Even worse is that the star herself will be earning as much money while doing this “charity work” as she solicits because the people watching her on stage will be reminded that she has a Grammy-winning song that they haven’t yet downloaded from iTunes.
Just once I would like to see a celebrity walk out on stage and say “There’s no need for anyone watching this at home to send a cheque because I’ve already given the charity the $5,000,000 they needed to raise this year, and since it only took me two weeks of work to earn, I figured I could spare it.”
Ironically, if any of them ever did that, they’d have my $5 before they could say “botox.”
