The other day I stumbled across something and immediately
shared it on Facebook that made me smile, and wince, in equal parts and
simultaneously, “skinny jeans are easier to obtain than skinny genes.”
I long ago abandoned drainpipe trousers for relaxed fit
jeans (so named because Big Butt didn’t test well with the marketing folks, I guess) and
recognize that I’m right in the middle of the “surrender the things of youth”
portion of the maturation process. I actually cheated to a certain extent,
growing old without ever growing up.
Then I fell across this article buried in a Google news summary and
am weighing whether or not to renew my gym membership. Kidding of course as
this item, I’m surmising, may be quite a while yet in development before it’s
generally available (by prescription I’m guessing), though none of that stopped
any of the commentators who posted beneath the story from not only knowing
everything but knowing everything better.
It was Evelyn Beatrice Hall, and not Voltaire, who
offered “I disapprove of what you say, but I will defend to the death your
right to say it.” Had she lived to see the trolls, worms and gnomes of the
Internet she might have added, “but never mind.”
I enjoy watching how one
comment sets another different anonymous
stranger off on a tangent until within five or six postings the comments and
observations have NOTHING to do with the news item whose appearance originally
precipitated the discussion and EVERYTHING to do with the intelligence (and
lack thereof) of the previous poster.
Between knock-knock jokes and cat memes, we’re chewing up
bandwidth like it’s going out of style and don’t seem to have managed to make
anyone of us a whole lot smarter which, considering we have the keys to the
universe in our hands, is more than a little embarrassing.
But at the end of
the day, we’ll still be much more successful at piling on the pounds than getting
and keeping them off. We are, after all, only human.
-bill kenny
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