I bristle at stupid criticisms of everybody. But absolutely reserve the right to call a spade a spade, whether it is here or in France.
(Which country I do actually like, and would not boycott nice food for a political purpose even if I did not like the country it came from.)
By this logic, I am occasionally required to admit that, e.g., the New York Yankees as a team do not actively worship the devil and eat babies. Having admitted this, I feel that my assertion that, e.g., Alex Rodriguez occasionally reaches for the funyuns and chows down baby brains instead, will be taken as a reasoned opinion, rather that as a stupid criticism.
There is no fun like hair-splitting. Hair-splitting is where it's at.
I have been known to mock the French and the British with pleasure. Though, in the case of the French, that flipped right around to defending them during the Freedom Fries debacle. And in both cases, it is more out of affectionate knowledge of both countries.
By this logic, I am occasionally required to admit that, e.g., the New York Yankees as a team do not actively worship the devil and eat babies.
Then that's just insane troll logic.
I have been known to mock the British myself, although mostly over things like eating baked beans on baked potatoes and their fondness for standing in queues.
As with everything, saying
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cuts both ways. I was going to say it always bothers me when people make fun of the south, but it doesn't. It bothers me when people look down on the south and southerners. Of course, it also bothers me when people yell about their southern pride without acknowledging its darkside. That's not love and pride. That's idolization.
I have been known to mock the British myself, although mostly over things like eating baked beans on baked potatoes and their fondness for standing in queues.
I favor the Simpsonian slanders: The Big Book of British Smiles and Cheese-Eating Surrender Monkeys.
I also mock French literature (20th century) and culture in general, though I am a huge fan of French film.
I am buried under a pile of work so large I think it may have been a mudslide.
I am buried under a pile of work so large I think it may have been a mudslide.
Speaking from experience, watch out for the papercuts. They are what will get you, every time.
I am buried under a pile of work so large I think it may have been a mudslide.
Is your skirt still wet? Then it may be a mudslide.
Do you have sharp pieces of rock digging into your skin? Then it may be a mudslide.
At least you have the mudslide. My own nails are the sharp objects trying to desperately claw out my eyeballs at this time. I cannot blame it on any sort of natural disaster. The disaster is entirely man-made.
I just don't understand why I don't get paid more for this. Or why I'm a secretary when I'm responsible for so. much. shit.
