Now there’s the iPOD and the like, advertising how many songs they can store and how you can listen to music every waking moment of every day. Is it just me or are other people wondering what to do with all that music?
When we’re driving, we hardly ever have the radio on – we talk. When I’m alone in the car, I may listen to an all-talk radio station and only rarely switch to music. I enjoy the quiet. At home I’ll play my CD’s on the weekend while reading the paper or doing crosswords – whatever. If I’m reading a book, I don’t want music to distract me from that place the book is trying to take me to. I need to concentrate. When I’m just vegging, then the music is welcome because it takes me to another place.
Now, back to all that music. Do you really need to listed to music on your cell? Do you really need to be plugged in all the time? Isn’t it bad for your ears to have so much noise entering your poor ear canals? Won’t that make you deaf over time?
Personally, I think the companies that make these gadgets have to keep coming up with new gizmos so the kids will buy them or lay a guilt trip on their parents so they will fork over the money. They wouldn’t want their kids to feel out of the loop. If their friends have these gadgets, they want them too or risk being accused of being a geek – or worse.
Oh boy, here’s another thing that bugs me. I know this beautiful young woman. She’s tall, slim, very smart, a university grad. Sounds good so far, right? Suppose that same young woman meets this guy who has no secondary school education, washes cars for a living and dreams of becoming a radio personality because someone told him he had a good voice. Oh, I forgot. He does the DJ gigs at nightclubs. She had dreamed of becoming a doctor but Gino, we’ll call him, disuaded her, put her down, wined and dined her and, of course, screwed her ass off. She let her hormones do the thinking for her, slacked off on her courses, barely passed and ended up shelving the idea of studying medicine. Instead, she settled for a job at a bank.
So, guess what? She’s going to marry this Gino. She is actually going to marry him. Go figure. No point in trying to talk her out of it. It’s all set and the showers have begun. Thank God she’s not my daughter.
Marrying for love alone is not a real good idea if you’re planning to have a family. Love does not conquer all. So, we’ll just sit back and see what happens. Hopefully, she’ll wait a few years before starting a family. See how it all works out after the fanfare of the wedding is only a memory.
Fast forward. It is now December 2010 and this girl and Gino have been divorced for 2 1/2 years. Most of the wedding presents were not even unpacked. Luckily, there are no children but something has changed in her. She left the bank and went to teacher’s college, then taught in South Korea for a year. She is presently in England teaching science.
So, what can you say to that? It was a huge wedding – a costly wedding. They’d even bought a house. As they were splitting up, it was just about the time the housing market took a nosedive. They basically lost the house and all that money that family contributed towards the down payment and furnishings – Gone.
Something else – her prettiness is gone, too. Maybe she just doesn’t care. Maybe she is drinking too much. Who knows? Sad.
Is it just me or is everybody getting tired of the male bashing jokes? OK, OK, women are great and men are jerks. Stupid jerks, to boot. But just like everything else, there comes a time when those jokes are no longer funny. I’m tired of the commercials that depict men as incompetent oafs that can’t even change a roll of toilet paper. IT’S ENOUGH, ALREADY.I’m also sick of hearing about sexual abuse. What is sexual abuse? When one abuses sex? What is that? If that’s the case, just about everybody I’ve ever known would fall into that category. Spell it out or shut up. Reminds me of the fact that the phrase “chauvenist” is thrown about but I’ll bet nobody can define “chauvenist”.
Back to sexual abuse. If they don’t get into specifics, it sounds phony and just another ploy to suck money out of some poor (make that rich) oaf. The poor ones never get accused of sexual abuse. No point. Can’t get any money out of them, anyway.
How about bipolar? That used to be called manic depressive. Maybe somebody didn’t like the word “manic”. Too close to maniac, perhaps? So they changed it to two poles. North and South? Which one is the manic one?
I’m driving along the super highway with the top down, letting off steam into the night air about stuff that bugs me. I’ll probably never have anyone read this stuff so I’ll just happily talk to myself.
There are a number of things that irritate me and here are just some:
1) Kids that will stay seated on a crowded bus or subway and let the elderly passengers stand.
2) Kids that will stay seated on that same bus or subway and let a pregnant woman stand.
3) Guys that say they’ll phone and then don’t
4) Guys that say they’ll phone but don’t say when
6) People that don’t answer messages I leave on voicemail