I could easily write another post about how awful things are right now… Well, I could write about what appears to be very awful stuff. Many of my friends on social media are waxing poetic about the horrors of racism. I want to go on record to say that I completely agree that what happened to George Floyd is absolutely horrifying. The riots and protests that are going on around the world– yes, even here in Europe— are totally understandable. People are fed up with a lot of things. They’re fed up with racism, violence, incompetent leadership, corruption, joblessness, poverty, and being locked down due to COVID-19. And I want to say that I understand that people are very angry, and justifiably so.
However… I don’t think another post by yours truly about that subject is going to make things better for anyone. I don’t think there’s anything I can say that will change anything or improve the situation. All it will do is signal to other people that I’m trying to be on the right side of history. And believe me, I do think there will come a day in the future– provided the human race isn’t suddenly wiped out– that folks will look back on the year 2020 and judge who was and who wasn’t decent, the same way people look back on other major historical events like World War II. Those who know me probably already know where I stand. Those who don’t know me probably think they know.
So… in the interest of not going where people are already going and going and going, I’m going to write about a different topic. It’s not because I don’t care about what’s happening. I do. But I am feeling saturated, and I think that other people are probably saturated, too. So today’s post is going to be about something else I’ve noticed as I’ve read all of the heartfelt status updates and essays people are sharing on Facebook. It’s about those ads… you know, the ones that Facebook sends as a means to get you to support it. Lately, I’ve been getting some real doozies… crap I definitely don’t need.
I usually try to hide the most egregiously offensive Facebook ads. For awhile, I was getting a shitload of ads for bras and underwear. Well, I do my best to avoid bras whenever possible, although I will admit that if I have to go out in public, I dutifully strap one on. So I finally got rid of the constant barrage of bra ads. Now I’m getting ads for ugly clothes… Behold the gallery of ugliness below…
People must be able to sell this crap on Facebook, though, because I get tons of ads for this stuff. Some of it is really inappropriate. Like, for instance, the faux leather leggings I wrote about last year. Who decided that a woman in her late 40s needs to be wearing faux leather anything? Especially tight garments like leggings. And the men’s shirts with lemons on them? From a store called “Footgearbuy.com”? I did read a funny comment from one person who said the store should be called “Forget to buy”. Maybe when I was younger, I might consider wearing overalls made of patches. But now, I think they’d make me look like I need psych meds. For one thing, overalls or jumpsuits on people with dumpy figures are not flattering. I’d look like ten pounds of shit in a five pound bag. For another, it’s a real pain in the ass to wear clothes that require stripping in order to use the bathroom. And God knows, I don’t need to sport a camel toe, especially in loud colors.
Bill did recently buy me a funny t-shirt off of Facebook. It’s blue and has pictures of dogs on them wearing face masks standing behind many rolls of toilet paper. It’s kind of an ugly shirt, but it works well when I need to walk Arran. 2020 is definitely the year when shit got real… and real bizarre.
This morning I saw something that I could see myself buying. It would go very well with my Margaret Thatcher nutcracker…
I’m serious, though. I do have a Margaret Thatcher nutcracker. I saw one in a house I toured in Scotland and thought it was hilarious, so I tracked one down on eBay. I never use it to crack nuts, but simply admire the Iron Lady’s metal thighs…
Yeah, a Maggie Thatcher nutcracker is tacky junk. I never claimed to be particularly tasteful. Most of my furniture is crap, although I did grow up in a house with nice things in it. My mom kept our house pristine, too. I didn’t inherit her gift for keeping house or buying classy furniture. I’d rather hang out with my dogs and trade dirty jokes with Bill.
Speaking of hanging out… we didn’t go anywhere this weekend. Bill wanted to go out, but I still couldn’t be bothered to deal with all of the fuss that comes with going out nowadays. I realize I’m very fortunate that I have the choice to stay home. Not everyone does. But this morning, I saw photos from last year, when Bill and I took a day trip to Bacharach and enjoyed some time at a Biergarten. And well… I’m thinking I can’t stand to be staying home for much longer. I’ve been pretty stubborn about not going anywhere, but I’m starting to feel the strain. I guess if there is a bright side to what’s happening right now, it’s that at least there’s been less pandemic shaming. Unfortunately, I fear that all the protests will lead to another wave of sickness. A lot of people will probably end up with COVID-19 after attending the massive protests.
On a more serious note, I do feel fortunate not to be in the United States right now. It’s been heartbreaking to watch what’s happening, even from a distant vantage point. At the same time, I’m glad not to be in the thick of it. I truly hope that we can get a real leader in charge this year. Trump is a disgrace, and he’s done nothing to make this situation better. All he does is stoke the flames of violence and racism. I feel so sad for the many people who have been harmed during his administration. I don’t feel like there’s anything I can say that would make this situation better or less hurtful. So I’m just going to say that I’m just very sorry. If I could think of something profound to write that would be healing or helpful, I would write that instead of a post about crap sold on Facebook. But I can’t. So I hope at least seeing the shirt with the lemons made someone smile. Crap I don’t need… and something I should forget to buy indeed!