Coming to terms.
Steve Novak says that he is a big stupid dork.
And it got me thinking.
What if we all admitted that we were big stupid dorks?
The world would change. Stores like Macys and Nordstroms would go out of business.
No one would put on painful shoes in order to have a perky butt. Models would stop starving themselves to death.
What if I really admitted that I am a big stupid dork?
I told my best friend that I was a big stupid dork. He asked me what else was new. 30 years of friendship. I guess it’s not news. Hrm….
I mentioned it to D. on his way to his new job. He shrugged his shoulders, kissed me on the cheek and left for work.
I had a long conversation about it with the dog. She sat looking at me. I am pretty sure she thought “dork” meant “treat”.
I never tried to be cool. I broke up with my first love (MM in case you are wondering) because he wanted me to be “normal”. Normal holds no fascination to me. Why be normal when being me was so much fun?
So why is it such an ego hit to think about being a big stupid dork? I am not sure.
Filed under: Thoughts on being human....
We experimented with this in the UK for 5 years or so. There arose a culture of “ladism” where it was coll to be stupid and suspect to be clever. The effects seem to have been that there were more naked breasts on television and school performance by boys fell off a cliff.
But I know that wilfully misunderstands your message: what if we were ourselves rather than trying to meet an ideal we had no say in defining? Well who dies not appreciate variety and how could the world suffer for more honesty and more people feeling comfortable with who tyhey are? I think yuo may be on to something.
PS Your dog deserves a treat.
Moobs - Since I don’t watch television, I don’t know if there’s more naked breasts here. I will say that boys are suffering at schools here as well. It’s awful. When did my dog, Rose, hire you as her lawyer? Damn. I’ll just bring her the box - just don’t sue!