I am not against honoring the dead. Not at all. I think we living people can chose to honor the dead if we want.
I’m not all about honoring the dead because, well, they are dead. I appreciate the beauty and art and sounds and ideas that people who have long since died contributed. I appreciate that I was born in this moment of time because I’ve benefited in so many ways from people who lived centuries, or even just decades before me.
I am not offended or upset if someone ‘disrespects’ a dead person’s memory because while I might appreciate what they’ve contributed, their time is over and spending emotional energy on people who have long gone doesn’t seem beneficial in any way. I love going to cemeteries because they’re fascinating to me, but I don’t visit graves of loved ones. I don’t put flowers on graves because if I buy something beautiful for someone, I prefer that person not be dead so they can appreciate the beauty. Again, no judgement here, this is just how I feel about it.
That being said, I heard a commercial the other morning while driving to work that made me feel a little offended, because really, Amelia Earhart deserves better.
I don’t know if it’s the mega millions or the power ball that is up over 200 million dollars right now, but one of them is.
I listen to the radio driving to and from work and I usually flip stations when they play commercials or are talking. Especially the morning DJs talking. For fuck’s sake were they always that obnoxious and I just didn’t notice before now?
Anyway, a commercial came on and I neglected to flip the station. It started out with “Where would Amelia Earhart be if she had given up”?
My first thought was, well, she would have lived longer.
Then it went on to compare people who buy lottery tickets to Amelia Earhart. As in, Amelia Earhart didn’t give up! You shouldn’t give up either! Keep buying those lottery tickets! Don’t give up!
Amelia Earhart studied medicine, wrote books, toured on the lecture circuit, campaigned for women’s rights and broke and set aviation records all before disappearing from the sky in 1937. How is any of that like taking your hard earned money to a convenience store and spending it on bits of paper that will likely only be as valuable as the ink on the paper?
It was hilarious to me (and slightly frustrating) to listen to this: Don’t be a quitter! Be like Amelia Earhart.
Or maybe I’m being unfair. Perhaps lottery ticket buyers are the same as Amelia Earhart. It’s reasonable to compare the desire to achieve great wealth without actually expending any effort (other than waiting in line at the convenience store behind other lottery ticket buyers) to a woman whose worked tirelessly and achieved international fame before succumbing to the inherent dangers of her passion.
I took a line from this song by The Handsome Family for my blog post title. I find listening to this makes me feel a little better about Amelia Earhart being disrespected by a lottery ticket commercial.
Or am I just being crabby?