If you’ve been regularly checking in and looking for fresh examples of my writing to ridicule, and calling me lazy because I fail to provide you with targets for your withering scorn – it’s your lucky day!
ecosalon
Cities: Exciting But Guilty
I’m over here this evening, flying the flag for cities and wondering where they’ll take us.
I’ve have only one major issue with cities: they inspired these excruciatingly awful lyrics. Guilty as hell. “Concrete jungle where dreams are made of?” Say again?
(No, actually don’t say again. Thanks).
Dear PETA, Yours Despairingly (Once Again)
In what is turning to be a yearly series, I’m over at EcoSalon raising a weary eyebrow at the latest antics by the People For The Protection Of Animals.
The usual arguments apply: “Any publicity is good publicity” vs. “Hey, people are animals too” (because PETA’s human rights record is a little patchy).
So it feels good to poke fun. It feels good because it’s all so frustrating. They do good work, and they do terrible things.
It’s like two people, one of which is knitting a bright, jaunty scarf, the kind that keeps your ears really warm and is really useful and makes the world more colorful and fun – and the person next to them is unpicking the whole damn thing before your eyes, except in a way where the unpicked wool is twisted, taffled and knotted, the same infuriating way that mp3 player headphones get when you shove them in your pocket.
If the second person buggered off, I’d happily buy one of their scarves.
But they’ve got comfortable together.
That’s PETA.
Image: Shreyans Bhansali
Green Is Weird
Edit: it hit the Huffington Post!
(No, I’m not back at EcoSalon, if you’re wondering. It’s one I wrote a while back, and it’s just bust out of their archives and is making a run for it. If you fancy cheering it on with your favourite social media tool, I’d remember you warmly when I’m God Emperor of the New British Empire. This isn’t an empty promise).
