Worst. Ideas. Ever (Episode 72)
Hey! New York Times online articles are free now. No need to use bogus registrations. So I can link to articles with wild abandon!
Photographing the Proposal. The new “in” thing is to hire a photographer to record your wedding proposal for posterity. I don’t know — if some skeezy guy in dark clothes was hanging around taking pictures of *me* when I’m out with my lovey, I don’t think I’d be able to focus on anything but the stalker. “I love you, honey. Will you–” “Boyfriend! Have you noticed that guy?” “What guy?” “Him! Over there!” “Forget about him. Listen to me honey. Will you–” “Boyfriend!! I see a cop at the corner. I’m going to tell him!” “What? Wait! Come back here, honey!”
Genital Mutilation. Every time I read about this practice, I feel terribly sad. And angry. And I feel a desire to adopt an entire nation of girl children. But heck, I never thought I’d think of Saudi Arabians as enlightened!
Wiring the Subways. The Metro Transit Authority is planning to have all 277 subway stations wired for cell phone usage. Great. Now we’ll all have to hear conversations like this when we visit New York. (*Sigh* I really really really don’t like cell phones.)
PS: The Consort felt bad about my nonposting blues, so he’s come up with a solution. He’ll just BANG AROUND in the kitchen at 5 am, ensuring that I’m wide awake two hours before I expect to be. This will be particularly successful after going to bed later than usual the night before.