It’s Friday, people! I don’t know about you, but I’m ready!
It’s Friday, people! I don’t know about you, but I’m ready!
I have seen news coverage of the “latest” teen challenge craze, snorting condoms, and I can hold my peace no longer. Here is a doctor’s warning about the risks associated with snorting condoms. Again, I am shaking my head that we would even need to warn anyone that this is a stupid idea, on top of all the other warnings issued regarding gulping spoonfuls of cinnamon, eating Tide Pods, wrapping yourself in duct tape, car surfing, and choking yourself until you pass out.
It would seem that condom snorting is a resurrection of a fad first making the rounds in 2013. It has made a reappearance along with bell bottom jeans, cold shoulder sweaters, jelly shoes, and many other things that should just stay in the past. In my opinion, kids snorting condoms should wear them to guarantee they don’t breed, and the Tide Pod challenge should include a teenager doing his own laundry and putting it away.
But are teens alone in stupid challenges? I think not. Adults are just as guilty, men especially (come on guys, you know it’s true), of doing ridiculous things in rituals called “Hold My Beer” challenges. These range from jumping off a roof using umbrellas as parachutes to roller-skating on frozen lakes. Things I have personally witnessed grown men doing include:
With kids, this sort of behavior is really not too far out of the realm of somewhat kinda sorta normal … I mean, their brains and their impulse control are still developing. However, you’d think the adults would “know better.” But they don’t. I do think that adults doing stupid things and teens doing stupid things comes down to a few similarities. Boredom is probably a running theme for all of these challenges. The need for recognition plays some part, as well; the people performing these challenges feel the need to be acknowledged for doing something, hell, ANYTHING, even if it is dumb. I think another common trait among people who perform these stunts, adults and teens alike, is a pervasive feeling of invincibility. I’ve talked about this before. These people know that they are doing something stupid and dangerous, and they have read that people have been seriously hurt performing these stunts, but hey; it will never happen to me!
I think that every now and then, things are put into place to promote evolution; this is Darwinism at its finest. Only the smartest and the strongest will be able to resist snorting a condom, therefore, only the smartest and strongest survive. If they somehow survive the teenage round of stupidity, they will be tested again as adults in the “Hold My Beer” challenges. After this, they are granted the wisdom needed to reach old age, and to impart that great wisdom to the next generation. Who, in turn, will ignore the wise elderly citizen, and chomp on a Tide Pod anyway. This is definitely the new “circle of life.”
Luckily, there is a growing number of young people who not only resist these asinine challenges but show more courage and intelligence than many adults … these are the leaders of the future. Hell, they’re the leaders we need now, but sadly, we’ll have to wait a bit longer for them to come into their own. So, there is hope yet.
As for me, just check my Instagram for the latest challenges I will be performing. There is the couch-a-thon which involves sitting on my couch for an entire episode of a QVC show while the remote is on the counter in the kitchen, totally out of my reach; then there is the gluttony challenge where I will eat an entire pizza by myself. It’s dangerous, but I like to shake it up a little and live on the edge. Then there’s the “rope the remote with the phone charger” challenge. It’s not as easy as it sounds – I almost fell off the couch performing this one, so there’s an added risk to be taken into consideration. Of course, my all-time favorite: eating a whole container of Oreos without milk (bonus points if it’s because you forgot milk at the store when you in fact purchased the Oreos). Required Disclaimer: Don’t try these at home, people, I am a trained professional.
I was so happy all day thinking it was Thursday. And it’s Tuesday. Tues. Day.
Today is “chore day.” I hate chore day. As you might imagine, I’ve been trying my best to avoid any and all activities around my house that might involve laundry, cleaning, or just general adult-like responsibilities. So. Instead of being productive, I’ve been searching for a new ride, as my current one is in desperate need of repairs. As of this afternoon, I had my search pretty much narrowed down. Unfortunately, upon further examination, the front-runner has been disqualified.
Despite my aforementioned
raging hangover headache, yes, my non-alcohol related headache, I’m working frantically to get my weekend chores completed. While ferrying trash and recyclables (hey, I’m nothing if not environmentally conscious) from my inner sanctum to the appropriate cans outside, I can’t help but notice the temperature has taken a serious nose-dive from the pleasantly balmy weather we had yesterday, but, in retrospect, not unlike the wintry weather we had just last week.
To which I say, for the love of god(dess?), Mother Nature, pick a season and stick with it! Please. I’m begging you.
So. How was everyone’s Saturday night? Did we all survive? As I lay here nursing a killer
hangov… average, run of the mill headache, I wonder – as I so often do – why I am the way I am. And, I give thanks to the gods that be that I did not, apparently despite my best efforts, need that hospital trip after all.
Me, drunk, reaching out to a very confused and angry Opossum: Here kitty, kitty, kitty…
I think if you’re going to argue with someone on the phone really, really loudly in public while using all types of … um … colorful metaphors and whatnot, you should be required to have it on speakerphone. If the rest of us are going to be subjected to the drama, we at least deserve to hear both sides.