Monday, April 2, 2012

Tragedy

Tragedy comes in many forms and in many shapes and sizes. Hitler and his rampage over Europe was a tragedy. New Coke was a tragedy. David Hasselhoff being allowed to sing is a horrific tragedy...again you can blame the Germans. Yet not everything that occurs is a tragedy. Not getting picked first on the basketball court isn't a tragedy, being teased by your friends isn't a tragedy and most certainly when a celebrity offs themselves via drugs, alcohol or bad behavior then it can be marked up to stupidity, not tragedy. For instance Whitney Houston. Her death has been called a tragedy, but I think this is a misuse of the word. Ladies and gentlemen I will tell you what a real tragedy is and that's any man, especially white, who still dresses like a thug well over the age of 25. You know the guy, straight brimmed hat with stickers still on it, neck tattoo that just screams "I've gone as far in society as I'd like to go" more community college than Harvard. I have yet to see one Harvard graduate with a neck tattoo of the name " Lafawnda". The only guy who still drives a suped up Honda Civic that you can hear coming from ten miles away due to the horrible muffler and the crappy audio system that only seems to rattle the cheap plastic spoiler. It should also be noted it may be the last car on earth with tinted windows. The question I have is what becomes of these men when they reach their sixties?
" Hey mom did Grandpop poop himself???"
" No honey that's just how he wears his pants."
And that my friends, is a tragedy.

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