Isn't it an old school Irish/English saying?

yes.

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I was saying hi because I've met him via erinaceous, but since-- and I know this is a surprise to you all-- this is not my real name, I presume he doesn't know that.

It's not?!? I'm shocked! Dismayed, in fact, that there will be no bon bon Bob Bob Esq. in our future!!

I was googling for the word origin of the term "wifebeater" for the undershirt thing, and came across her talking about the generationalness of "Bob's your uncle" on a list-serv.

...how generational is it? I don't think I've ever heard someone use that in speech. I've heard of it, read it, but never thought of actually using it. (Also, what does it have to do with wifebeater?)

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"Wifebeater" got its start from all the domestic violence on Cops.

eta: Oh. That's not what you were asking.

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It's not?!? I'm shocked! Dismayed, in fact, that there will be no bon bon Bob Bob Esq. in our future!!

Well, in the virtual future, perhaps.

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Oh- I meant the term wifebeater-- not Bob's your uncle!

(Also, what does it have to do with wifebeater?)

A poster thought the term wifebeater was regional and someone said they thought it was more generational. Erin then used "bob's your uncle" as an example of that here [link]

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Oh, flea. I'm so sorry. What do you think HR will do to make it up to you?

flea, get as much as you can. Maybe a pony!

Or, okay, maybe more days of paid vacation and/or $$$.

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Congrats, -t!

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I tried to respond to the Pandagon thing about the hysteria about the net being nothing but a wasteland of kiddie rapers, but apparently, I do not know how to use the internets. It won't take my post.

But! This is what would have appeared:

Hi Amanda,

My first book just came out, and it's a collection of essays about internet communities, friendships formed on the 'net, and some of the good that comes out of being able to create a large collective (tribe) that isn't determined by geographical borders.

Like you said in your post, the media hysteria that creates a portrait of the entire net as a cesspool of pedophiles who want to rape your children, steal your identity, and then hack you to pieces is absurd. My favorite part of these cable show hit pieces on the net is when the gloomy newscaster says without irony, "...for more information on (whatever reason why the net will instantly kill you), please visit our website at..."

Anyway! Your post hit a nerve. On all but one of the radio interviews I've granted, the interviewer seems obsessed with pedophilia. I have no idea what to do with it, except to say, calmly, "everyday, millions and millions and millions of people use the internet, and nothing bad ever happens to them."

There is an essay called "The Internet Wants Your Daughters" in the book, which is about the absurdity of the hysteria. But no one ever wants to talk about the weddings, the charity collections, or the comfort I've seen. I write about the generosity of strangers most often. None of that is ever covered. All they want to discuss is the legion of wolves hiding behind every URL for Little Red Riding Hood to innocently join a Justin Timberlake fan listing so they can POUNCE and eat her all up.

What can you do? What's the appropriate response?

It's just making me SO MAD.

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flea, that's totally inexcusable and sucktastic! The Big Boss is an appalling ass.

Because my heart is full of magic, I choose to believe in bon bon Bob Bob, Esq., and even to believe that some of her old-fashioned hidebound elderly relations may refuse to acknowledge her independent personhood and address her as Mrs. Dr. Bob Bob. Which would be annoying, but in a magical sort of way.

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can we all refer to you now, not as bon bon, but as "bon bon"? It has a Prince-esque look to it.

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