Denim Douche: August 2009

Friday, August 28, 2009

Engagement Rings: In the Marketing Ploy Hall of Fame.

Depending on whom you ask, a man is supposed to spend 2-3 months salary on an engagement ring for his bride-to-be.

This is seriously one of the most brilliant marketing moves of all time. I don’t know exactly how they did it, but the jewelry companies managed to convince an entire world that you don’t love your girlfriend unless you spend a fortune on a stupid fucking shiny thing holding a shinier thing.

"OOOOH, SHINY... SOOOOO PRETTY... ME WANT ONE..."


Try telling a woman that it’s stupid though. It’s romantic. It shows you care. Bullshit: it’s an egregious waste of money that could be better spent a billion different ways. Think about it; if you’re proposing, there’s a damn good chance you’re at a place in your life where it’s time to make some major purchases. A house. Cars. Not to mention the litany of expenses related to having children. So what the hell sense does it make to waste a quarter of a year’s salary on a fucking finger-adornment?

How about the wedding itself? That costs a pretty penny, don’t it? How about the honeymoon? You could buy the woman a fucking Ring Pop and then have the most incredible, memorable honeymoon in the world. Or you can give her a rock and stay at a motel 6. It’s up to you.

What is so interesting about a diamond? It doesn’t do anything. It doesn’t shoot lasers. It doesn’t sing your favorite song. All it does it sit there and twinkle. Okay, it’s pretty. But it ain’t that pretty.

And what does the guy get? A metal band. And not even a cool metal band, like Megadeth. A stupid gold circle that you put on your finger. Maybe if the tables were turned and women had to shell out upwards of ten grand for a ring, you’d hear more objection to the convention. But the way things are now suits them just fine. Pay up, or you don’t love me. Right.

Maybe this stupid rule had its place back in the day when women didn’t have rights, but in this day and age, it’s a relic. The world would be a far better place if people weren’t so image-obsessed and grinning like idiots over pretty things.

Man, whoever marries me is going to be one lucky woman.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Fashion is stupid.

Welcome to America. Welcome to a country that can justify spending a thousand dollars on a handbag. Welcome to a place where homeless people lie in city streets while women with four hundred dollar sunglasses step over them.

Why do people choose to spend their money this way? I just can’t wrap my head around it. I’m told all the time that I just “don’t get it,” but what is there to get? Why would people willingly pay 500% price markups for a brand name? Why purposely spend far more money than you have to for the same shit from a different designer?

There’s the matter of what’s “in” this season. Now, who the fuck decides that? Clearly, for something to start being “in,” it at first has to be “out.” Is there a panel that sits around in a shadowy room deciding what styles are going to fucking blow everyone’s mind this fall? No matter how goofy or retarded clothes, bags, or accessories look, if they’re “in,” they’ll be bought.

Fashion people, I ask you this: How insecure are you in your life? Why do you feel you have to keep up with the latest fashions? So people will like you better? If you fall behind on the styles, will your friends start ignoring you? Will your significant others dump you? Why the constant outpour of money on useless bullshit?

Fashion is one of the most arrogant obsessions there is, as well. People who love fashion love nothing more than sitting around talking about people who don’t care about fashion. They get really excited about the one time they picked out this cute dress for so-and-so and now that person is fashionable as well.

Call it cheap. I call it economical. I’ll buy my clothes at fucking Target and be all the happier for it. I’ll have thousands of extra dollars to save for important things. You know: a house, a car. Things that aren’t stupid.

Hey, it’s your money. Do what you want with it, by all means. But I will never, as long as I walk the Earth, even begin to understand it. Clothing was invented to serve a utilitarian purpose. They keep us warm. They keep us dry. I don’t know exactly when clothing became a comically overblown means of determining social status and rank-and-file, but you’ll never be able to convince me.

Monday, August 10, 2009

Report: Texting While Driving Greatly Increases Risk of Typos

Washington, D.C. – A new Princeton University report released Tuesday has dozens of legislators pushing for a federal ban of driving while text messaging. The startling study shows that texting while operating a motor vehicle can result in an alarmingly high rate of typographical errors.

“The logic behind the results is fairly obvious,” said Hal Sutherland, the study’s lead researcher. “This type of multitasking makes it impossible for citizens to keep their eyes on the phone. The grammatical and syntactical results can be absolutely devastating.”

Sutherland


According to the study, driving has a substantial negative effect on a myriad of common texting typos. “You’re 31% more likely to hit “send” before finishing a message when behind the wheel,” says Sutherland, “and 28% more apt to mistakenly leave a number in the middle of a word.”

Other shocking observations include a 52% boost in sending messages to the wrong recipient, a dramatic rise in T9 users sending “in” instead of “go,” and a 100% increase of the word “flggbdaoaug.”

“If the practice of texting while driving goes unchecked, who knows what could happen?” lamented Sutherland. “People will get confused, messages will be misunderstood, wrong directions will be given - if texting and driving continues, people could get hurt.”

The scientific community is abuzz with news of the report. “It’s really shocking,” says Martha Vaughn, famed text-message researcher at Cornell. “It’s the most breakthrough research since our study last June, which showed that drinking while texting causes a 627% upswing in telling your ex-girlfriend you love her at 3 in the morning.”

Monday, August 3, 2009

Separate Church and State, for F-word’s sake.

So my mom is in Maine, and needed me to mail her something. I couldn’t do it before noon on Saturday, because I was hungover and enjoying the absolutely phenomenal Brunch menu at Bull’s Head Diner.

The brunch menu is a choice of breakfast or lunch food from a list of a dozen or so selections, served with coffee or tea AND a brunch cocktail (Mimosa, Bloody Mary or Pina Colada)…all for 12 bucks…Complete with the diner’s trademark absurd serving sizes. I am convinced they’re losing money on this deal. And wouldn’t you know it, it even helped my hangover. Thanks, more booze!

So Sunday rolls along…and as we all know, the post office is closed. This is where I began to think and experience one of my fits of rage that you’re all privy to at this point. How the hell, in 2009, are post offices, banks, liquor stores, and a whole host of other things that I’m surely forgetting, legally required to shut their doors on Sundays?

Of course, these outdated traditions date back to the day when America truly was a Christian nation and the Sabbath was the day of rest. But for a country that purports to be nondenominational, we sure do things with a distinctively Christian flare, don’t we?

For a country with no religious affiliation, isn’t it funny that gays can’t get civil unions? A totally political ceremony with no religious connotations attached, and yet it somehow ruins the sanctity of marriage. Isn’t it fun that everyone has to swear on a Bible in a court of law? What if they aren’t Christian? Doesn’t that give them spiritual license to lie like crazy? Again, this is a leftover from our God-fearing roots, in which the political consequences of perjury still weren’t quite as bad as the eternal damnation of hellfire that would surely follow.

I find this shit so silly, and yet politicians don’t want to touch it with a hundred foot pole. Too many crazies and fundamentalists still out there. To challenge the now-absurd remnants of religious piety, even in this day and age, is a pretty risky political move. Maybe even a death sentence, depending on which nutjob you offend.

Remember, kids. It says “In God We Trust” on your dollar bill… and that’s why you can’t take them out of the bank on Sundays.

ATMs don’t count, asshole.