Everyone that knows me knows I'm big on gratitude. (My first tattoo, and still my favorite, is the word "grateful" scripted across my lower back.) That's why I want to share this idea about an easy way to express your gratitude for the people who serve us, all too thanklessly every day. (It's no coincidence I first heard about this "Thank you" gesture/campaign on Daryn Kagan's site. Daryn, a former TV reporter -- for CNN, I think -- started a website that focuses on good news and inspirational stories. (If you know me you also know I am a big believer in avoiding negativity in the news and choosing to focus on what's positive all around us.)
I hate the word 'tacky.' All my life I've heard this put-down, and as far as I can make out, it basically just means "something I wouldn't do." Well, who asked you?
Yes, there are bad manners. Yes, there are rude things one can say, and yes, there are clothes inappropriate for a funeral. So call it bad manners, call it rude, call it skanky, but don't call it tacky. And remember, what's inappropriate for one person is very apropos for another. One person's garish is another person's fabulous. One person's treacly is another's poignant. That woman's outfit you find skanky might seem skanktastic to me.
Since planning my wedding, I've heard the word tacky come up a lot. Well, I'm over it, and so is this wonderful woman behind Offbeat Bride.
Bonus: A "tacky" picture of me. Corset + rodeo pants, doesn't get tackier than that. Oh, and did I mention I'm at WORK here? Take that tak-scists!
This just in: Apparently the most competitive domain name up for auction this week is (sigh): breastenlargementhypnosis.com.
Seth Godin sees this as horrible because of the trickery involved bilking hopeful girls and women. But I am horrified -- well, sad really -- that there is such a demand for bigger breasts. Again, I don't see ng>dames reclining for hours, eyes closed, brows knitted, intoning over and over, "bigger bosoms, bigger bosoms." (Anyway, if one COULD enlargen one's breasts through focused hope and diligent concentration, I'd have had ginormous breasts for the last 25 years.)
Do any of y'all remember Mark Eden? I used to tear out his ads when I was 9 or 10 and I came so close to sending away for his bosom boosting kits back in the '70's. (WHY is a fourth-grader reading Cosmo and tearing out as for bust-enhancing devices you ask? ng>Don't.) There was always some beautifully bosomed girl and lots of text promising results. I heard a rumor that some woman had ordered the kit and all she got in the email was a rubber hand. (I totally bought that story at the time, but now I'm suspicious.) At least I never actually bought the actual product. Luckily, even as a youngster I had my erstwhile twin faculties: cheapness and cynicism. Those 2 c's outweighed my hefty yearning for some, well, hefty C's.
After all these years I was intrigued to finally see what the thing actually looks like. So, it turns out it's not a magic pump or a magic cream at all. Just a pink piece of shit. Still, it is rather vagina dentata-ish...
Hmmm, I'd like to some-orafice-dentata that Mark Eden if I ever meet him in a dark alley. Mark Eden, you've been warned!