Did you ever notice how people think we’re stupid? Not the kind of stupid like “I failed all my schooling so I had to join the army” stupid, I’m talking the “Oh, I like shiny things” stupid. I mean, everyone is always telling you the obvious things but making them seem profound. Everyone is trying to the most insignificant things seem important. I’m talking about nutritional-facts-on-bottled-water level of bullshit here. There are examples of this garbage everywhere you look.
Take for example whenever you are looking to get a new or used car. The salesperson usually goes on and talks about this and that and specifications of exactly how many liters the engine is and how many horsepower it is as if I’m about to haul around an entire Amish village but don’t have enough reins to use actual horses. But then they also bring up something I find interesting: power windows and power steering. Really? Now, I remember in the old car we had when I was growing up there being the hand-crank variety of windows, but I never remember being all that upset that I had to take five seconds out of my day to do so. And with power steering (for those of you who don’t know what power steering is, it’s the reason for the difference in effort that you have to exert between turning the wheel with the car on and off (This means that you can eat your Big Mac even while turning, as long as your good at the whole palming the wheel things (But speaking of eating in the car, have you seen the size of cupholders in new cars? They are fucking insane. And they even have those flip down things with the soft-ish rubber/plastic things that hold smaller drink cups in place, but even those are way too big for normal people containers likes cans and 20-ounce bottles. It’s as if the car companies are telling us that the smallest soda we should ever drink while driving a car is 68 ounces (It’s a Toyota, you know they were probably like, “I know it’s too big, but Americans will just get bigger cups to fill them anyways, so don’t sweat it.”))). But really, they literally don’t even make cars without power steering anymore. It’s ancient technology. It’s like a rotary phone or a television dial or children’s toys that you actually had to push around by hand before the kids these days just got fucking lazy and can sit on the couch while they dick around with the remote for their fire truck trying to find a way to get it to drive over their sister.
And it’s not just the used car salespeople either, but even our teachers. I’ve taken a couple fiction writing classes at Marquette, and I did fairly well in those classes. But one thing that irks me is what my teachers have told me about my writing. They say overall it was pretty good, and with a little bit of revision it might be called excellent. However, every fucking time I use the word, “gunna,” they tell me that I’ve spelled it wrong. Apparently, it’s spelled, “gonna.” Gunna/gonna is a contraction of the phrase, “going to.” That being said, it’s not actually a fucking word. It doesn’t exist. It’s a colloquial contraction used by people to get rid of an extra syllable that we clearly don’t have time to enunciate because we have yet to finish our fucking 68-ounce diet Coke (it’s not that I drink diet soda because I think it’s healthier, or better for my teeth, but it’s because when I drink 68 ounces of regular soda I get a stomach ache, and if I get a stomach ache, I can’t digest the bamboo properly) (And of course by, “68 ounces,” I really mean 27 ounces, because you need to put a shit ton of ice into it, as if the soda doesn’t already come out of the tap cold (Why does soda taste better from the tap than from cans or bottles?)).
But all of that really isn’t all that bad. I could deal with it, but only if there was just one teeny-weeny itsy-bitsy concession from the world: Stop making lettuce out to be this magical wonderfood that should be looked at as if it makes any meal so much more delicious and nutritious. Yeah, I’m sure that club sandwich with a pound various cured meat product and three types of cheese is going to help you slim down that FUPA. And everyone has eaten at Subway, so you all know that you have to tell them, “just a little bit of lettuce,” just so you can actually have good shit on it. My issue with lettuce is two-fold really. Number one is that it sucks. The shit doesn’t hold a candle to bamboo. It’s just a crispy, green, leafy thing that doesn’t taste like anything, let alone anything good. (I mean, yeah, we all put it on our sandwiches and burgers and whatnot, but when was the last time that you were actually like, “You know what, I really could go for some lettuce?” (It’s not like you’re making dinner and you realize you don’t have lettuce and you run to the store because there is just no way that you could eat dinner without it (Even when you’re having BLTs, how many of you would just be like, “Fuck it, I’ll just have the bacon and tomato sandwich?”))) And number two is that people call food that is really nothing more than lettuce by all these pseudonyms in order to make it out to be something that isn’t lettuce and doesn’t suck. Cabbage? I don’t like gross, waxy lettuce. Cole Slaw? I don’t like gross, waxy lettuce with a bunch of mayo. “The dish is served on a bed of crisp romaine.” That’s cool, I still don’t like lettuce. “Sir, we’ve got a wonderful baby arugula salad today.” Goddamnit, I don’t like baby lettuce either. “And our house salad is carrots, cucumber and mixed greens/spring greens/summer greens/fall greens.” Fuck you, I said I don’t like lettuce/lettuce/lettuce/lettuce.
And to think that these are only three different examples of the dishonesty and deception that are so rampant in this world today. I mean, yeah, maybe they are just trying to earn an honest dollar, but then again, fuck ‘em. They don’t need to lie to me. So, Panda Cubs, as you go through the world today/tomorrow/forever, don’t let yourself get lied to. Man up. Woman up. And most importantly, get yourself some.
Take it easy,