Jan 26, 2013
Apropos of nothing . . . except maybe our extreme, possibly terminal narcissism . . . why do people insist on saying, "She's seven, going on eight"? What the hell else would she be going on? Is this evidence of some intrinsic human desire to shoot pointless noise out of our mouths? Is it projectile vocalizing? At the mall, do you hear just a bit of verbal superfluity, speed, and vapidity? Would we rather make noise than have money or sex? Are we so much about excess (obesity, war, spike heels, neon) that we'll say anything for the love of our own voices?
Has anybody out there got more examples of what I'm talking about? Or am I the weirdo alone in the corner? Again. Over there by the empty chair.
Posted by Banjo52 at 9:07 PM