We called them ‘pound signs’, or used them to indicate the word ‘number’. I see ASCII-assholes going nuts and tagging everything the English language can be made a hash of. I know it’s Twitter-centric and somewhere it’ll do someone some good. Not I; I haven’t the need. Yes, of course, I tried hashtag-whipping a couple of words to see if it was worth the extra effort.
To be brutally honest though, slapping one on the end of every other word you type is a bother. It’s about as effective as me poking you in the eye (WITH MY FINGER, GUTTERMIND!) to punctuate each word I speak explaining how annoying you are. Those who know me well enough know how verbose I am; I hope for your sake you brought some saline. Not sorry about the 'blinkie'...
Did Daddy not love you enough? Did Mummy leave the scene or forget to put the Jim Beam down long enough to dress you? How many more times do I need to shield my daughters from some mentally underage ratbag thinking that getting their tits out means the world to the world? All it means to me is a lesson to teach my daughters what not to do if they want every right to consider themselves upright and moral young ladies. It doesn’t matter if you’re a howling monkey on a prop piece of construction equipment. It doesn’t matter if you’re the daughter of someone famous caught in the right kind of limelight that turns your dress transparent. It doesn’t matter if you’re a model, and flouncing down the catwalk is the norm for you. You may be old enough to enjoy the benefits of sharing your nakedness with the world. However, realize that for every one person that admires your bravery, there’s twenty dozen others vigorously soiling something.
Besides, you’ll probably make better money flaunting what you’ve not got on a stripper pole and away from the evening news.
Nonsense and Insensibility
Does it make any sense that someone being fired for doing good deeds is newsworthy? The, “This person bought that one a medically-needed sandwich, but that’s against company policy so here’s your pink slip,” kind of thing.
Do I really need to hear one more time how bad the weather’s been by the weatherman’s panicked prose? Despite what others might think I do go outside and see it for myself once and awhile.
Should I care this person did that stupid thing, and now it's news because of the uniqueness of its absurdity? Stupid's stupid; nothing cures it, and nothing fixes it. Like trying to douse a fire with sterno after a heavy meal of beans...
I've got that crap out of my system for now. NEXT!