I’m kind of like ‘9/11? Meh?’. Is that a bad thing? Don’t know, don’t really care to think about it too much at 445p on the first non summer Friday of the year (and only 39 more of those to look forward too until 2010 summer hours kick in again. How’s that for a fucking happy thought to kick off your weekend?).
So I’d just prefer to not have to deal with thinking about the whole thing at all because it’s well in the past and it’s such an emotional trigger point for so many and really, how does celebrating the 8th anniversary of anything mean anything anyway? Right, run on sentence there. Anyway, even the ‘traditional gift’ for one’s 8th wedding anniversary is ‘bronze’. Does that mean that if you’ve been married eight years you’ve won fucking third place or something? The ‘modern’ gift is lace. Don’t even get me started on the whole fucking wedding-industrial complex or this whole conversation will go (even further) off the rails.
Before this dives further into the pit of non sequiturness, let me link to this interesting piece from Gawker on ‘Birthers are the New Truthers but kind of more stupid and definitely more racist. Ok that’s not really the title, but that’s the general gist of the article.
