This is the Month of My Discontent

I appreciate irony probably more than most. Like most creatives I have to work for a living. I have noticed that work provides one for an overabundance of irony. What work generally does not do is provide one with irony so perfect, so spectacular that one begins to wonder if perhaps the irony train has slipped the track.

I have been very careful not to speak often of the politics of The Rubicon. I will admit to having borne the last 8 years with less grace than I should but more grace than deserved. Every time I saw our illustrious leader on a trip to Europe, I cringed inside. I nearly went blind watching what may be loosely referred to as dancing.

So, when I opened my e-mail at work this morning, it took all of my control not to spew coffee all over my computer screen. The HR manager had sent out an e-mail detailing policy changes to the Americans with Disabilities Act enacted by the current occupant. Apparently confusion, difficulty communicating, concentrating, thinking, and reading are now included in the list of disabilities covered by the ADA.

Don’t get me wrong. I believe all of those things to be disabilities given the right circumstances. The thing is as an ex-occupant, you should have no trouble earning a living even with your disabilities. Most of the exes have done pretty well, so hedging your bets is bad form.

In other news…. It seem the return of the Elvira ‘do (I would say coif, but that would be like trying to dress up the bearded lady. You can put he in Dior, but all people will talk about is the beard.) has returned from the dead. I am just waiting for the day I see it paired with leggings.

I would not be so bitter except I went shopping for pants. For some reason known only to Satan and his minions of darkness, leggings are marketed to women of a certain roundness and fullness. Let me be clear, if you have more curves than Kate Moss and are not in either Aerosmith or the Rolling Stones, leggings is not the look for you. In short, I don’t need a pair of pants that hugs the cellulite in my ass so closely that it looks like I am trying the new cottage cheese lotion for cellulite control.

All of this has inspired me to knit a pair of socks for myself from Panda Silk. When the world makes you crazy grab some brilliant pink silk and knit.I am calling them Silky Dan. Those of you with a familiarity with Naked Lunch can guess what they look like and why the name.