These are my glasses. They’re a lovely tortoise shell. I’ve been told they make me look studious. One guy at a coffee shop told me they made me look rich. I had no response to that except something like…”uh….thanks, I think. Can you leave room for cream?”
But these glasses, although lovely and expensive-looking, have a fatal flaw.
They’ve stopped doing their job.
Now, don’t get me wrong. They didn’t just become like a French airline employee and suddenly go on strike. Nothing like that. It was a long, slow process.
I first noticed a problem when reading news headlines on my laptop.
George Clooney arrested outside a Sudanese Bakery
Wow. Did he get a lousy bagel or what?
Oh, wait…It was outside the Sudanese EMBASSY. Damn.
And then last week there was this shocking headline:
The Debate on Spanking The Dead
What kind of demented mind thinks of spanking a dead person? That’s just downright twisted. Then again, so are those Real Housewife shows so I guess it’s not that far-fetched.
Ruh roh…wrong again. It’s the debate on spanking IS dead. Ooops.
Time to retire, my lovelies. Tortoise or otherwise, we have grown apart.
By the way, I just read that Moby Is Sworn In As President of Egypt.
Maybe some groovy techno will calm some of that unrest. Let’s hope!