Wednesday, August 16, 2006
No Smoke Without Fire
Clairwil has a post up about the ludicrous response of some people to a photograph taken of Melanie Griffith giving her 17-year-old daughter a light for a cigarette. Now, you might assume that this isn't exactly a big deal, but you'd be wrong according to these lot. My favourite quote:
'Well just look at the way this "MOTHER" dresses, looks like a tramp, changes husbands every few years, and to quote the song "HAS THREE DIFFERENT KIDS WITH THREE DIFFERENT MEN", plus has has been in rehab for COCAINE and VICODEN addiction at least twice. She has already admitted to smoking WEED with her son. Please, where are the child welfare authorities and where is this kids father? Don Johnson, are you in the house?'
GOSH! LOOK how this "MEMBER OF THE PUBLIC" uses hyperbole to make a COMPLETELY INANE POINT. I mean, MY GOD! You know, I TOTALLY think child services should take her children away from her, even though this one is practically an adult. Oh, and what do you MEAN why don't I look after my own briar patch first? And NO, "Don Johnson" ISN'T a nickname for my husband's PENIS'.
It should be though. I'm going to nickname my penis Don Johnson. The opportunity's there, folks.
Clairwil goes on to make a series of excellent points, of which this is the most pertinent:
'Perhaps it is a symptom of a decadent society that people overreact so much to self inflicted tobacco deaths. Think of all the poor bastards in the world that die against their will. Most of them are lucky to get some pampered westerner poncing about in a sweatshop produced wristband in protest at their deaths. Yet the smokers slow suicide mission is continually interrupted with unwanted advice and nagging.'
Indeed. It's an increasingly wide trend across society. People who doubtless lead perfect lifestyles living only on air and love come up to you and berate you for having a cigarette or eating a bag of crisps. I would point out to these public benefactors that their advice is completely unwanted, but for the most part they know that already.
It genuinely irks me that people assume they have the right - even the duty - to inform you in usually repetitive, boring detail exactly what you're doing that's going to snuff out your existence a bit earlier. To which the appropriate response is: why don't you look after your body and let me look after mine?
There's a serious point in this. Like most people in Britain, I'm in favour of legalised abortion. Like - I suspect - most of those, I'm in favour of it because what a woman chooses to do with her own reproductive organs is her concern. Yet while in this instance we support and even champion the right for people to manage their bodies how they see fit, the same right for smokers is ridiculed or denied. One matter is personal, the other is an issue for Public Concern.
Melanie Griffith's daughter is old enough to know whether or not she wants to smoke. It's not like her mother's got her pinned to the ground and is forcing the ciggie between her clenched lips. Meanwhile, these joyless whiners should go and find something actually important to moan about, and let Miss Griffith do with her lungs what she wants.
'Well just look at the way this "MOTHER" dresses, looks like a tramp, changes husbands every few years, and to quote the song "HAS THREE DIFFERENT KIDS WITH THREE DIFFERENT MEN", plus has has been in rehab for COCAINE and VICODEN addiction at least twice. She has already admitted to smoking WEED with her son. Please, where are the child welfare authorities and where is this kids father? Don Johnson, are you in the house?'
GOSH! LOOK how this "MEMBER OF THE PUBLIC" uses hyperbole to make a COMPLETELY INANE POINT. I mean, MY GOD! You know, I TOTALLY think child services should take her children away from her, even though this one is practically an adult. Oh, and what do you MEAN why don't I look after my own briar patch first? And NO, "Don Johnson" ISN'T a nickname for my husband's PENIS'.
It should be though. I'm going to nickname my penis Don Johnson. The opportunity's there, folks.
Clairwil goes on to make a series of excellent points, of which this is the most pertinent:
'Perhaps it is a symptom of a decadent society that people overreact so much to self inflicted tobacco deaths. Think of all the poor bastards in the world that die against their will. Most of them are lucky to get some pampered westerner poncing about in a sweatshop produced wristband in protest at their deaths. Yet the smokers slow suicide mission is continually interrupted with unwanted advice and nagging.'
Indeed. It's an increasingly wide trend across society. People who doubtless lead perfect lifestyles living only on air and love come up to you and berate you for having a cigarette or eating a bag of crisps. I would point out to these public benefactors that their advice is completely unwanted, but for the most part they know that already.
It genuinely irks me that people assume they have the right - even the duty - to inform you in usually repetitive, boring detail exactly what you're doing that's going to snuff out your existence a bit earlier. To which the appropriate response is: why don't you look after your body and let me look after mine?
There's a serious point in this. Like most people in Britain, I'm in favour of legalised abortion. Like - I suspect - most of those, I'm in favour of it because what a woman chooses to do with her own reproductive organs is her concern. Yet while in this instance we support and even champion the right for people to manage their bodies how they see fit, the same right for smokers is ridiculed or denied. One matter is personal, the other is an issue for Public Concern.
Melanie Griffith's daughter is old enough to know whether or not she wants to smoke. It's not like her mother's got her pinned to the ground and is forcing the ciggie between her clenched lips. Meanwhile, these joyless whiners should go and find something actually important to moan about, and let Miss Griffith do with her lungs what she wants.
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I blame boredom for a lot of this Steve. Some people, for want of something better to do with their existance feel the need to express their disgust at things that a)have nothing to do with them and b)have little or no importance in the greater scheme of things.
It's what I call DMS (or Daily Mail Syndrome). Take a celeb, show a picture of them doing something "anti-social" and watch as hundreds of grey people jump through their arseholes in outrage and then immediately feel better about themselves and their mundane existances because they know they would never something so "irresponsible".
It's what I call DMS (or Daily Mail Syndrome). Take a celeb, show a picture of them doing something "anti-social" and watch as hundreds of grey people jump through their arseholes in outrage and then immediately feel better about themselves and their mundane existances because they know they would never something so "irresponsible".
I agree that the "grey" people can go and jump up their arseholes, what with all the shouldn't-do-that business.
But I'd hope Mel has the sense to tell her daughter that smoking really is a poxy habit. But then so is calling kids poxy names, like Dakota.
But I'd hope Mel has the sense to tell her daughter that smoking really is a poxy habit. But then so is calling kids poxy names, like Dakota.
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: 4:09 am
: 4:09 am
I'm going to nickname my penis Don Johnson. The opportunity's there, folks.
ROTFLMAO!
ROTFLMAO!
# posted by : 9:16 am
: 9:16 am
Ill Man - A good degree of truth in that, I shouldn't wonder. Boredom and a stifling sense of moral superiority to do not a good combination make.
Tony - That's fair - I don't think parents should go about encouraging their kids to take up smoking, but once they've decided, well, it's up to them.
Rimone - Thank you very much!
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Tony - That's fair - I don't think parents should go about encouraging their kids to take up smoking, but once they've decided, well, it's up to them.
Rimone - Thank you very much!
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