Do you ever feel like the conversations that go on around you warp you a little bit? I’ve been working through this all day. It started early this morning with the girls that sit to my north having a conversation about the new stuffed animals that they are selling at Kohl’s. Were they “too plush”?
<immediate mental recall of some HBO ‘after-dark’ show on a fetish called Plush Raves swept Tokyo where actual grown adults got together in upscale disco’s dressed up as giant stuffed animals. (Picture a really hairy Barney where a cutout for a giant human face replaces the schnoz.) They gathered and rubbed up against each other making gurgling cat sounds.>
At lunch in the kitchen today there was a lengthy discussion on how to inform very young males that they are not to play with their peckers. And then what to do when they grow older and defy your advice and hide behind doors. And then a very disturbing bit about stray socks at that same stage. < blink >
Currently I am listening to a group 20 minutes into a discussion about labeling people with a Salad Style. “What’s Your Salad Style? Are you flirty with cranberries and mini Chinese crackers? Or serious with walnuts and goat cheese?”
I shit you not.
And in two of the three situations – these people were being paid for these conversations. Not the lunch one. But when I considered it – I could potentially turn the lunch one into programming content. This is like a giant crazy house. I was in a meeting two weeks ago where a man in a suit started off the agenda announcing there was a show in development called “I Want To Hurt My Child”. I almost spit out my drink I was laughing so hard. No one else laughed. They just looked at me.
So I ask you… what would constitute a sexy salad?