Screw the poor, its the stupid we will never be rid of
Loyal reader MapGirl alerts us to a disturbing situation, reported over at The Cheese Stands Alone. At first, I could not but believe that this was some sort of allegory, or satirical comment on the failings of modern culture. If true, and I am certainly willing to extend my faith to encompass this, I am frankly stunned.
Go read it. Back?
My father never uttered the phrase, "I'll give you something to cry about." However, a similar thought crossed my mind while reading that post. I don't think I'd be able to avoid intimidating this... person... ever after. I have never lost a game of Trivial Pursuit. (Well, except once. But I was blind stinking drunk and playing seven people on the other team. And even then it was close.) I would make references to things you've never heard of. I'd couch every comment, every request, every passing remark in a thicket of classical, historical, and early 80s pop culture allusions. I would go to absurd lengths to make my every communication absolutely unintelligible to someone who doesn't read as much as I do. Then I'd start making things up. Then mix them together. And if she made a move to file a complaint again, I'd kick the crap out of her. Then I'd say, "Take the hit. That's what intimidation is." On the inside.
My wife doesn't let me be mean anymore.
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You'll think I'm just making
You'll think I'm just making this up, but I'm not. I've actually got a headache while reading the story and comments. I don't feel in any way intimidated or put upon due to your suggestion that I do so, however.
The last comment was quite good, and nicely cleared up my headache: "If she's really that spectacularly dumb, she's a rare and wonderful thing, and should be Federally protected as a wetland or something."
I, too, would go out of my way to make her do her best impression of the Fembots from Austin Powers.
And if that failed, I'd make her watch a Dennis Miller HBO special. Twice, if necessary.
Crap like this makes me
Crap like this makes me insane. I used to work at a job where if someone said something too "smart" they got shit for it right out in the open, bosses and all. Of course, if you said something dumb you got piled on too, so it really wasn't that bad.
"Your allusion to the Plantagenet monarchs scares and intimidates me! Please limit your at-work discussion to: pets; "Survivor," and whether or not the water-cooler guy comes on Wednesday or Thursday."
How dare you use words like
How dare you use words like allusion and Plantagenets. You're as bad as that other intmidating guy.
Buckethead, in the interest
Buckethead, in the interest of brevity and conciseness I believe what you meant to say was, "I'd get all Dennis Miller on her ass."
When my younger brother was in junior high school, my mother was called into an emergency parent-teacher conference. My mother, full of concern, asked the teacher what the problem was. The teacher said your son lies all the time and it's disrupting the class. My mother was dumbfounded. Couldn't put this together in her mind. So she meekly asks the teacher for an example. The teacher responds that the class is studying ancient Greece and ancient Rome and that my brother keeps telling the class that he has been to this place and that place and seen this temple on a hill and that city by the sea. My mother had to insist that he wasn't lying and that he indeed HAD seen these places. Geez, we lived in Western Turkey for three years and the place is blanketed in antiquities. Been to Rome and Greece, too.
Now before you assume this happened in some backwater, I have to tell you the truth. This happened in Fairfax County, a place where well-travelled people and immigrants inhabit nearly every household.
When I was in the sixth grade
When I was in the sixth grade, something along the same lines happened to me. We were watching one of those PBS current events for retards, I mean kids, shows in class. As usual, we had a true/false quiz after the show to see how well we regurgitate the material. One of the questions was, T/F: John Glenn was the first man in space. As anyone who has read this blog at all will realize, I am a space nut. This came on early for me, and naturally I marked the answer "False." Which evil Mrs. Buckloh marked incorrect. When I complained, informing her that Glenn wasn't even the first American in space, she stiffarmed me. So I went to the handy Columbia encyclopedia, and showed her that two Russians, Yuri Gagarin and German Titov, had orbited the earth before Glenn. And that two Americans, Alan Shepherd and Virgil 'Gus' Grissom, had made suborbital shots before Glenn.
Glenn was the fifth man in space, and the third to orbit the Earth. His claim to fame was that he was the first American to orbit the earth. And later a jackass senator from my home state.
After having made my case, thoroughly documenting the evidence, I was informed that the purpose of the test was to demonstrate how well we listened to the program, not whether we got the answers right. I never listened to another word she said the entire year.
BH:
BH:
So, if read this correctly, you're saying Mrs. Buckloh's the one who complained to HR?
Makes complete sense to me.
Oh, and I'm right there with you on your colorful description of our former home state Senator.