I think I’ve written about this exact site before. I’m not sure, I’m old and I’ve destroyed an impressive number of brain cells. I am also too lazy right now to check.
I keep seeing articles promoted on Twitter by a site called Alot.
I don’t read the articles. I mean, I read a few. This is what I’m talking about when I say I’ve killed a shit ton of brain cells.
I am reasonably sure I requested that those ads stop showing in my feed, but they keep coming back. They’re like undead slideshows.
It seems their entire reason for being is to write stories about how lame boomers are.
- Only boomers think these styles look good
- Foods that only boomers find cool
- Only boomers love these tourist spots
- Kitchen designs that people who aren’t boomers hate
Who on earth thinks any food is cool?
I mean, unless they mean chilled. Because some food should be served chilled. Like Jello molds or Waldorf salad. Those were the most old lady chilled foods I could think of.
Isn’t the point of food to be delicious?
Or to use as a numbing agent against the complete horror of 2020?
I saw one that said “These are the things that kitchen decor experts are sick of seeing”
I don’t want to denigrate anyone’s profession. I’m sure I don’t understand the benefits of hiring a kitchen decor expert. I’m just saying that it is 2020 and who gives a shit about kitchen decor right now? Much less spend any time worrying over what kitchen decor experts may or may not be sick of seeing.
I am a live and let live person when it comes to people’s choice on wardrobe or food, or for fuck’s sake, kitchen decor. You do you.
If you want to display chickens all over your kitchen, show them with pride. I defend you. I don’t particularly like chicken decor, but I support you and your chickens. Or sunflowers. Or ducks. Or whatever the fuck you put in your kitchen.
Which reminds me of when Randy and I were looking at houses. There was this one that we both loved, but it didn’t have a basement and Randy was adamant the a basement is essential so a tornado doesn’t get us. I used to make fun of him for that, but the weather is getting weirder and weirder. I’m glad we have a basement.
But I digress.
Anyway, we looked all through the house anyway because we were there. I love looking at houses because I am an unrepentant voyeur. So, we noticed that there were roosters in every single room. Every room had either chickens or roosters in it. It could be wallpaper. Or a lamp that had a rooster as the base. Switch plates with chickens on them. They had a chicken statue every bedroom.
I mean, we weren’t going to buy that house, but that was one of my favorite house hunting moments because it was like a live action Where’s Waldo. Only with roosters.
Man, they really loved cock.
The point is, we have so much in front of us.
We’re just inundated with messages of division. Constant reminders that we are different in so many ways and that we should definitely be distrustful of those differences. It is just so silly. So freaking pointless.
Like I said, you do you.
It’s hard to even think about, but I don’t want to end this without acknowledging the passing of Ruth Bader Ginsburg.
I’m so sad she is gone and I am so grateful she was on this planet for as long as she was.
I sent our grandchildren books and coloring books about Ruth Bader Ginsburg. I want them to know who she was. Except our baby girl who just turned 1. I sent her a little black onesie with a white lacy color on it.
We all have to aspire to be like Ruth Bader Ginsburg. Don’t give up. Don’t stop fighting for what is right.
Now, excuse me, I feel compelled to make a Jello mold.