Hard to describe just how miserable it is outside at the moment. I imagine those of you who live in Louisiana, south Florida or some other tropical-summer shithole know what I’m talking about, but: Man. All the windows are steamed, and it’s 9:30 p.m. I guess it’s been this humid and hot before, but every time it happens, it seems like the first time.
Wendy and I went walking, and I’m sorry we did, as 20 minutes of slow ambling left me draining sweat for maybe the fourth time today. It should break by the weekend. Let’s hope so.
I’ve been thinking today about passive aggression, and how much I hate it.
It goes back to the police dispatcher in the Zimmerman case, who, when Zimmerman said he was planning to get a little closer to this kid in the hoodie, said, “OK, we don’t need you to do that.” Some have interpreted this as the dispatcher saying not to get out of the car, which I think is what s/he was indeed trying to say. But it’s hard for people to give direct orders.
Part of the cringing humor of “Office Space” came from the boss, Bill Lumbergh, played by Gary Cole, and his oozy, greasy passive aggression: Oh, oh, and I almost forgot. Ahh, I’m also gonna need you to go ahead and come in on Sunday, too… He never says, “Come in on Sunday.” He says, “I’m gonna need you go come in Sunday.” No wonder Zimmerman ignored him. I hate that shit.
Oh, why are we even talking about this. Jenny McCarthy has been added to the cast of “The View,” a passive-aggressive move if I ever heard one. The New Yorker blog has more, but it’s pretty clear to anyone who has been paying attention. Good to know network television has no problem hiring a health crackpot.
“We store a lot of anger in our thighs,” and other ludicrous things said by yoga teachers. Not necessarily true, but oh well.
Mitch Daniels, now a president of a major American university.
Finally, remember Alanis Morissette’s “Ironic?” Remember how wrong it was? Well, someone fixed it.
Have a good Wednesday. I’ll be traveling, with sketchy posting.