What do they both have in common?
They both represent the best and worse in their chosen field!
Olympic season is upon us!
What a perfect opportunity for everybody in the retail and hospitality industry to dress up their old offerings in the spirit of the games and to sell them with the title “excellent ” attached to it. Further more, columnists at various publications are taking advantage of the event to add their pearls of wisdom. Just like my favourite guy from our local Maple Ridge Weekly. On first sight it was funny when I read about “my new relationship with our new plasma TV”, or “leaving the house only to stock up on beer and necessary food items (i.e. tortilla chips and dips).”
At second glance, not funny at all. As a general rule, we (writers) have to relate to our readers – even if it means to put ourselves down at times. Depending on the topic we are writing about this can be quite funny indeed. Let me get this straight: My favourite columnists sits on his butt for days on end, watches the best of the best the world has to offer and is happy and content to portray himself as a tortilla -chip- munching- couch potato? What is wrong with him? Why isn’t he inspired and motivated by the excellence he watches for hours every day? (or he is a very clever man indeed: he only pretends to behave like many of his readers).
Too many bags of greasy nibbles mixed with liquor leads me to my second observation: My first encounter (in our new home country ) with the less desirable face of modern civilization – the opposite end of excellence: trailer trash!
Yes, we spotted and experienced them first hand right here at the local swimming hole! I am born and bred European – I can testify we (Europeans)are quite open minded and tolerant towards certain topics. I.e. I am no stranger to the concept of e.g.the legal use of marijuana, gay marriage, nude beaches, a low drinking age (16 is the common age to drink beer in most European countries) or pornographic publications. Under normal circumstances pierced body parts or excessively tattooed body sections leave me stone cold. A dress too tight or too small squeezed over too much body flubber may get a second look from me at the most- but no more. Cheap wine straight from the bottle can be fun or even romantic. Loud conversations are annoying but could be entertaining – sometimes. A kiss among lovers is not worth mentioning. Tolerance turns into raised eybrows when I have to witness excessive french kissing in a public place. I get embarrassed when obscene, very suggestive, sexual moves are added to the french kiss (still in front of my eyes – and I couldn’t leave. The exit was blocked). I I can’t take it when cheap wine is the reason for loud, vulgar, rude conversation and I get severely pissed when fat, loud and vulgar mixes together!
Dear visitors to the swimming hole: “Behave like this at home but not in front of me and my children!” In this instance I wished these folks had read the column of my favourite columnist and followed his example: stay at home with your cheap wine, do your french thing on the couch and leave the TV on for some Olympic highlights. You might catch a glimpse of excellence and inspiration! I sincerely hope there is extra-ordinary in all us! Oh, I nearly forgot: I prefer to get inspired- and I try to live my life to prove it!
P.S. abdominals are getting better by the day! Upper arms are still shaping up and the book? I will tell you next time!