“People who marry for money usually earn it.” It’s a quote of my dad’s that I like, a reminder that marrying for money is no cake walk.
The other day I shared that quote with someone, and it reminded her of a story:
Her high-achieving, high-earning friend is a mom to a teenage daughter. The daughter–let’s call her Jane–is bright but clearly underachieving. The mom finally took her daughter aside and basically said, “Listen, Jane. You’ve become used to a certain standard of living, but you’re not going to be able to maintain it given the path you’re on. You’re a smart girl. So either you can get your act together and get a good education, or you can marry some rich old guy who you have to sleep with. What’s it gonna be?”
Why is ventriloquism called ventriloquism? Take a moment to consider its roots.
Want a hint? If so, consider the words ventral (as opposed to dorsal or lateral) and loquacious, eloquent, and colloquial.
Ready to check your answer?
L. venter (gen. ventris) “belly” + loqui “speak”
“A dysfunctional family is any family with more than one person in it.”
– Mary Karr, The Liars’ Club
Do you know who this is?
For a WTF moment, google it.
It’s easy to realize that, as metaphors change and cultural references fade, the new generation doesn’t always speak the same language.
Mom, to me: “We visited USC and he really drank the Kool-Aid.”
Kid, to mom: “What Kool-Aid?”
Speaking of which, the Wikipedia article on Jonestown is fascinating. Did you know that a Congressman was killed when he tried to intervene and Harvey Milk was initially a supporter? Whoa.
In this classic article, the people at Improbable Research reported on the limits of the US Postal Service:
How patient are postal employees? How honest? How sentimental? In short, how eccentric a behavior on the part of the sender would still result in successful mail delivery?
Test items included, among other things, a helium balloon, an unwrapped rose, and a $20 bill sealed in clear plastic.
My friend Paul G. invited me to an event with drinking games. I was interested in joining, but warned him that I don’t really care for drinking. His utterly perfect response:
In my book, a drinking game is not actually about inebrity. It’s more a celebration of “if… then” statements.