The Wife and I were watching Morgan Spurlock's latest, 30 Days, on F/X last night. This episode asked the question of whether it's really possible to live on minimum wage for a month. Short, and obvious, answer: no fucking way. But any good social Darwinist will tell you to lower taxes and let the market shake itself out, and everything will be taken care of.
Because that's how it's always worked in the past.
More entertaining than that depressing slice of guilt, however, was the exchange we had following a certain Dr. Pepper commercial. You know the one: a guy who looks like Abbie Hoffman is subjected to all manner of emasculating humiliations by his griflriend (Buying tampons! Folding panties! Yoga!) before finally putting his foot down when the evil harridan attempts to snatch his DP. And it's all set to the strains of "I Would Do Anything For Love (But I Won't Do That)." Let's listen in:
Pete: This commercial annoys the piss out of me.
The Wife: Shh, I like that Meat Ball song.
Pete: Meat...Ball? You mean Meat Loaf?
The Wife: Right, Meat Loaf. What did I say?
Pete: [snicker] "Meat Ball."
The Wife: Shut up, you know what I meant.
Pete: [singing] "On top of spa-GHETTI." That meatball song?
The Wife: God, you're an asshole.
Pete: I loved "Ball Out of Hell."
The Wife: Look, zombies.
Pete: What? Where?
Thus distracted by the Land of the Dead trailer, I promptly forgot about the incident until today.
I feel your pain, brother. The mere mention of zombies is enough to distract me from anything, except perhaps that sweet sweet afterwork beer. On first sip, I AM the zombie.
I have to say, knowing both of you, I can totally hear you having that conversation. I think the Wife wins (even with the MeatBall comment) for knowing how easily distracted you are. Which works better? Zombies or large breasted women?
For some reason the whole exchange reminds me of when my aunt was describing an auto accident she'd seen.
"The car! It just veneered off off the medium!"
He he.
Ugh. Undead boobies.
(BTW, your succint sum-up of the Spurlock show definitely beats today's dramatic Vestal Vespa post on the same subject)
Let's not forget that the minimum wage was instituted to ensure that teenagers were not exploited. It was never intended to ensure that a Zombie could support a family.
I'd say that shushing you during a freaking dr pepper commercial ranks right up there on the lameness scale with your grandparents shutting you up during an episode of "Raymond". So give em a break next time.
I guess all 7 million people who work for less than $7 an hour in the U.S. are still on their first jobs.
I'd say that shushing you during a freaking dr pepper commercial ranks right up there on the lameness scale with your grandparents shutting you up during an episode of "Raymond".
Oh, snap!
OK, RAY BOB -- you live day in and day out with comment boy and see if you don't take solace anywhere you can find it.
you live day in and day out with comment boy
He has, actually.
Yeah, but he could send you to your room back then. At this point in our marriage, I haven't broken your will to that point. Keep it up, and who knows the future?
you and my husband are cut from the same cloth, friend.