& Commentary

Kanye, Serena, Joe and the Original Brat

… And then it occurred to me. Everyone’s not yelling at each other, it just seems that way. For crying out loud, stop crying out loud. It’s like middle school out there in TV, and nobody cool is sitting at the cool people table. I want the ball! You’re a big fat liar! Well! You’re stupid!

I’m not sure what it says about our society, and I don’t know if I want to know. I don’t blame Serena, Joe, and Kanye for being who they are. A wise man once said, “The difference between crazy and eccentric is calculated in dollars.” And you have to be kind of eccentric to get where they are, right?

Who knows? Regardless, here’s an interpretive ramble.

I guess we’re all reverting to a cast of whiny 12-year-olds hanging out on the playground — wondering why no one understands how important we are. And why not, that’s what we’ve been told right? We are important. We are good enough. Our schools, parents, and “how-to raise your children” books  practically beg us, to constantly pander to the now Gen-X and Gen-Yers about how important they are — Ergo society has developed a bunch of self-indulgent dunderheads.

Where does Joe Wilson of South Carolina fit into this scenario? I don’t know, things happen in threes I guess. Maybe you can dock somebody a generation if they serve in the Senate. Cause he’s obviously a baby-boomer. Or perhaps his outburst was less self importance and more lack of self control.

What we’ve ended up with is two entire generations, who think they are important, but refuse to try to be. Or better yet, have little concept of what real effort is. And why should they put forth effort? Important people don’t, right?

Sheesh.

At least when McEnroe went off, it became iconic. I don’t think anyone is going to be asking for a repeat performance from Serena to hock Amex. Maybe she’ll end up in a pop song.

Other People’s Dogs

So, something I’ve noticed. Why is it that random people will, with reckless abandon, address my dogs without addressing me first. I’m on a trip right now and my dogs are with me. I’ll be filling up my tank somewhere and here comes some guy and his girl waltzing by. They give my dogs a warm smile and start talking to them like parents talk to one-year-olds. “Heeey there, aren’t you a pretty puppy. Look at you with your floppy ears.” What am I? A side of cole slaw?

As a species, we should be comfortable addressing our own species. Seriously. I’m not saying don’t talk to other people’s dogs. I’m just saying, talk to random humans too. Just not like they’re a toddler.

Random Thought:

When stuff falls by the wayside it doesn’t always break when it hits the ground.