I confess. I get a little impatient
with the lack of style in our modern world.
Like wheels. Those big wheels you
see on modern cars. You know the ones, the rims are like 18 or more inches and
leave just enough room for some very narrow tires.
They look great on the modern cars
because the body designs are so sleek and low slung, like Chevy's new GTO.
That's where they belong. Because occasionally you see an owner of an old car
like, oh, an old GTO, try to trick it up by putting on the same big wheel
narrow tire combo. Not so good. The old car's body lines make it look like it's
perched too high on the wheels.
Like a hippo on high heels.
Secondly, when did the word
"hack" come in style to mean shortcut? It used to be a secret
penetration of code, a workaround, so I suppose you could call it a shortcut. I'm
certainly comfortable with the word meaning just that in that context.
But lately every news service
around feels it's necessary to describe
any quick and easy shortcut as a
hack. "Millennials are ditching delivery with this kitchen hack!"
said one headline. "This DIY hack can save you money!" said another.
Really? Can we just keep hack in
use in computer land and cigarette coughs? Just saying.
Lastly, if you're a trained
reporter, change your Tweet picture to something serious. I've read too many
Tweeters recently, posting about solemn or tragic events, and the stupid
profile picture that accompanies the tweet is some happy-sappy selfie they
snapped on a pubcrawl.
It's like kitchen hacks and hippo
rims. Bad style. Incongruous, incompatible, out of place. Jarring.
Like Desmond Tutu in an actual
tutu.
America, ya gotta love it.
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