Thursday, August 12, 2010
Bad Idea #49: August 5, 2010
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Bad Idea #48: August 4, 2010
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Bad Idea #47: August 3, 2010
Monday, August 2, 2010
Bad Idea #46: August 2, 2010
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Bad Idea #45: August 1, 2010
Bad Idea #44: July 31, 2010
Friday, July 30, 2010
Bad Idea #43: July 30, 2010
Bad Idea #42: July 29, 2010
Bad Idea #41: July 28, 2010
Every school year brings a new craze that is usually established on vacation over the course of the summer months. Pokemon, Neopets, yoyos, pogs… all of the faves when I was in elementary school. This summer, the latest trend among the hip, fresh primary school crowd is Silly Bandz™. Whoever invented Silly Bandz™ was a GENIUS. Why? Because Silly Bandz™ probably cost a fraction of a penny to manufacture a thousand, and retail to innocent children for roughly a dollar each. Almost every child at my summer camp wears at least one wrist fully of Silly Bandz™. So let’s say that there are 400 kids at camp, ¾ of them partake in the Silly Bandz™ fad, and ½ of those participating own 20 or more Silly Bandz™. You know me. I’m not one for math, but I suspect that’s a shit ton of money made considering that almost none went into it in the first place.
Anyway, these Silly Bandz™ are ridiculous. If you don’t know what they are, I will enlighten you, free of charge. Silly Bandz™ are rubber bracelets that retract into shapes when you take them off. For example, as you will notice in the picture, I now own four Silly Bandz™ that I earned through having small children love me because I am incapable of yelling or being forceful in any way whatsoever. Observe the purple shark, orange frozen yogurt, light blue guitar, and moderately blue-green anchor.
1) The purple shark really just looks like a fat fish to me. This is a problem on many levels, because it causes the traders (aka, the children, hard bargainers) to not be satisfied with a trade unless they agree on what the shape is. For example, I really wanted the moderately blue-green anchor (reasons to follow) and was in negotiations to trade with a 3rd grade girl who had it in her possession. I had a pink flamingo to offer. The 3rd grade girl was convinced that the flamingo was an ostrich, and that I was trying to pull a fast one on her. Excuse me dear, but orstiches (orsti… what is the plural for ostrich?) are not pink. She reluctantly made the trade.
2) The orange frozen yogurt is an excellent example of the odd shape choices that Silly Bandz™ utilizes. They also choose some rather boring shapes, like, my favorite, THE CIRLE. WHAT A NOVEL IDEA.
3) The light blue guitar is an example of a shape you get lucky with, because there is no dispute over what it is. You cannot hold it on its side and think it is an ice cream cone. It is a guitar. I’d say that 1 in every 100 Silly Bandz™ is this easily identifiable.
4) Ah, the moderately green-blue anchor. Properly aligned, this Silly Band is just as I said, an anchor, but orient it any other way but upright, and you have got a moderately green-blue set of balls and a wiener, friends. This is a GIGANTIC problem. When I took off my Silly Bandz™ to show to other counselors, they all were taken aback by the vulgar image that they saw in front of them. Did Silly Bandz™ have a porno package? The answer is no, obviously, HOWEVER, MANY, MANY of the Silly Bandz™ are questionable. Throw in some glow-in-the-dark action, and it gets even weirder.
In conclusion, it's a SILLY idea to buy into fads- a total waste of time and money. You can’t get back the money you spent buying useless rubber bracelets. You can’t get back the time you lost fighting over whether that yellow Silly Band is a vampire crouching down beneath his cape with an arm over his head or a platypus chewing seaweed salad from HEB. You can’t get back the friends you lost when you became popular or unpopular due to your abundance or lack of Silly Bandz™ respectively.
Save your money, and buy a cool car or yacht. Then you will have REALLY earned your popularity, right?
Right. Something like that.
Julia
Bad Idea #40: July 27, 2010
Hitting people is a bad idea.
This is common sense. There are very few situations, if any, that call for offensive, spur of the moment physical violence.
I was explaining this to a four year-old boy at camp today, for he did not seem to understand. He had been repeatedly punching another boy that cut him in line.
Okay, he cut you, I get it. That's not right. But, dear four year-old boy, please take into account that the boy that cut you is QUITE a bit larger than you, AND he is also your age, so he is technically allowed to hit you back and not get in trouble for being older and knowing better. Only, he will beat you, because your poor, unfortunate frame is not what we would call 'strapping' for a four year-old. If any four year-olds may be considered 'strapping' at all.
Anyway, I take him out of line to pick his brain. What was causing this violence? Did he feel that it was acceptable for him to act out aggressively every time he didn't get his way? Was he learning this at home? Did his father beat him? (Okay. A little far.)
I begin the normal round of questions:
"What did you just do?"
"Why did you do it?"
"Why was that wrong?"
"What, in your opinion, at this point in your spirit journey, would you consider to be the meaning of life?"
As he squealed some answers, head hung low with shame, I noticed that a shining stream of clear fluid boogers were running down his nose, flowing dangerously close to his mouth.
"Go wipe your nose, please," I told him.
But rather than running to the potty to find a paper towel or tissue, or even using his shirt to wipe it , he opened up his mouth, stuck out his bottom lip, gave a big, vigorous inhale, and suctioned the stream of boogers into his mouth.
What. just happened.
I stifled a heave.
"I cannot believe you did that."
"My mom says it's okay because it's only water," he cooed. That's it. I had discovered this child's contrasting hyphenated description.
ADORABLE/REPULSIVE.
WHAT KIND OF MOTHER WOULD TELL HER SON THAT IT WAS OKAY TO DRINK HIS OWN LIQUID SNOT. THAT MUCUS STILL CAME OUT OF HIS NOSE. It is still waste that his body rejected from within. IS SHE TRYING TO KILL HIM? Should I notify Child Protective Services?
"No sweetie. That is in no way okay. Please wipe your nose."
He then stuck his face into his shirt and blew his nose, hard. He pulled it away to reveal a big splotch of bright green boogers, solid this time, a congealed mess.
Ugh. I couldn't deal with this anymore. His counselor would notice the boogies momentarily and take him to the bathroom to clean his shirt. Hopefully. All I knew was that I could not do it. I. could. not.
"Thank you. Now, you can go back to play, but keep your hands to yourself."
He toddled back to the line. I looked over two seconds later to see him holding out his shirt in front of his face, examining it closely. He selected a booger, sculpted it into a little ball between his fingers, and placed it into his mouth, savoring it like a piece of rich, delicious candy.
(Long, unbearable silence.)
I apologize. I... I have no more words.
Julia
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Bad Idea #39: July 26, 2010
Bad Idea #38: July 25, 2010
Monday, July 26, 2010
Bad Idea #37: July 24, 2010
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Bad Idea #36: July 23, 2010
Friday, July 23, 2010
Bad Idea #35: July 22, 2010
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Bad Idea #34: July 21, 2010
Bad Idea #33: July 20, 2010
Bad Idea #32: July 19, 2010
Monday, July 19, 2010
Bad Idea #31: July 18, 2010
Friday, July 16, 2010
Bad Idea #30: July 17, 2010
Bad Idea #29: July 16, 2010
Time out- removal of an organism from a situation in which reinforcement is available when unwanted behavior is shown.
I am not kidding. I did not make this up. This is a highly complex term that Spencer A. Rathus feels the need to spell out for me in Psychology: Concepts and Connections.
I'm having a bad day. I am disappointed/aggravated by certain situations and people. Spencer A. Rathus, my friend, you have just made that LIST by talking down to me.
This book is full of common sense, idiotic content like this. I understand that this is a PSYCH 301 class. I know that you know that I know nothing about psychology.
BUT MY PARENTS DID PUT ME IN TIME OUT. I am not stupid. Please don't talk down to me in the dumbest way possible. In fact, it is a sweet, delicious victory when I can scoff at how stupid you sound whilst you treat ME like my existence and attempt to read your worthless textbook is a joke. Condescention (if that's not a word, I just invented it) is an awful idea.
There are only two reasons that I can think of for including such definitions in your book, Spence.
1) You believe your reader demographic to be comprised solely of well born, undisciplined students, whose parents or nannies never put them in time out. "What is this 'time out' you speak of?" they would ask. And your brilliant definition would tell them, in turn evoking the YEARS of pent up mommy and daddy issues that they have suffered from decades of neglect, even if they did get a Ferrari for their 16th birthday.
2) You believe your reader demographic to be comprised of ROBOTS with no human emotion, who do not learn or become in any way conditioned due to learned experience. Which would be silly, because a robot wouldn't be reading your book to gain knowledge, Spencer. It would be programmed in it already, along with USEFUL information.
Seeing as how this book is sold in ACC bookstores across Austin, Texas, to students like me, taking summer blow off classes there, or diligent students trying to earn an associates degree, I have a hunch that you have missed the mark, good buddy.
If there is one thing that makes me want to shatter the cup I am holding and stick all of the little ceramic shards in my heart, it is being talked down to.
Talk up, rather?
Julia
Bad Idea #28: July 15, 2010
By the time my brother had graduated from high school, my mother had lovingly constructed for him a scrapbook, documenting the major events of his life that she had been recording since the glorious day that he was born.