The schlub of the earth

[jouis_sens]

A television commercial on an airport screen mid-week treated me to some of the boldest and most unapologetic classism in recent memory:



Quickly now, run along and fetch yourself one of these devices.   Surely you're not some fat, greasy, lumpen who does not possess The Very Latest Electronics.   What are you, some kind of animal?

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[daoinesidh]

Oh, I am called eccentric all the time (out loud to my face, or whispered behind closed doors and cupped hands in hushed tones) ... my dearest too ... we are that eccentric older couple who still rents and doesn't OWN, and has just too many books to be decent ... oh dear! :) Not only are we both over 40, but we are not land barons, which makes us double non-entities in the good old U.S.A ... sighs! :) :)

My dear, I am going to one-up your legal pads. From time to time, in order to slow down to a speed that even the old Underwoods and Remingtons can't impose upon me, I pull out my ink bottles and nib pens, and write on parchment paper. We should really meet sometime and write poetry in an internet cafe ... wouldn't that be grand?! :)

And now I am going to edit that previous comment of mine, which was typed in a hasty state of emotion on my speedy MacBook, leaving the blaring error of "this ridiculous commercials", just caught as I read it out loud to my dearest. Yes! I edit everything I write, and I am eccentric and proud of it! Poetry written on parchment in an internet cafe ... I tell you, it would be grand! :)