And, granted, missing the point was actually a badge of pride in some percentage of those quarters, though you won't think that would include nebbishy guys who aspired to passing the Bar some day. Nevertheless, this, a misperception of a satirical poke at social trends thirty years ago, Billie Jean King vs. Bobby Riggs meets Fern Bars replacing Chop Houses, with Wine in place of Corn Beer, is, if not the origin, at least the engine which drives the continuing obsession with condiments, leafy vegetables, and their possible link to someone overhearing you imagining you're gay. A one-note joke, misunderstood, then incubated over and over in a hothouse, and brought out occasionally in order to demonstrate that the same idiots who missed the point a generation ago still find it uproariously funny. Dudes. If Jethro Bodine with a mouthful of caviar is funny it's because of his unlettered expectations, not because no one should bother knowing the difference between Sevruga and Shit-on-a-Stick.
Friday, May 8
A Brief Note On The Inadvisability Of Sequestering Yourself With Like-Minded Thinkers For A Quarter-Century. With Mustard On Top.
PLENTY enough has been made of Dijongate already, but a Wonkette commenter (who said, roughly, Dijon mustard? That shit was only marginally exotic in the 80s.) reminds us that history is too often the Dead Relative Who Left Us Some Crappy Candy Dish or Something. Real Men Don't Eat Quiche came out in the early 80s, and was an instant mega-success of the Hoola Hoop/ Where's The Beef/ Ricky Martin sort. And the fact that it was a satire was, in certain quarters, well, totally missed.
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