Wednesday, March 10, 2010

To Hell In A Flip'n Hand Basket!

You have got to be kidding me.

Seriously. Seriously? I'm really alone on this one?

Maybe I should go live with the Amish, because I am mortified, MORTIFIED, that these are the hands people are fighting to put the coveted reputation of the RISD in.


  1. Yeah, D...this one is a bit hard to swallow. Which may be one of the "69" activities touted by our candidate. Sheesh.

    Do as I say, not as I a campaign slogan?

  2. Non-issue, IMO, and I promise not to giggle at SWWNBN's word choice.

    I hear far worse, far cruder, far less humane and respectful expressions than those in the classroom and hallways EVERY SINGLE DAY. I can only redirect so many of them, as there are only so many kids I can intercept in the hallway.

    If kids knew that their parents can have far better sex lives than sweaty little teens they might quit seeing it as forbidden fruit.

    RISD has some serious problems right now, and this doesn't evern come close to being what's going to hammer RISD's reputation. It might make good headlines but it's a red herring. IMO, of course.

    BTW, I dig the Amish. And there's a Mennonite restaurant up on Belt Line near the Richardson/Garland border that's worth checking out some time.

  3. True story: For many years, my parents owned a womens clothing store in Homestead, FL. There's a community of Dunkards down there (like the Amish but more willing to use modern machinery) who grow wonderful strawberries and run a bakery with some of the best pies I've ever eaten.

    Out in public they dress very plainly, similar to the Amish. Which were not fashions my folks carried. But the women were customers. For the frilliest, featheriest, most interesting "sleepwear" that my folks carried. Knockoff "Fredricks of Hollywood" stuff.

    We didn't stock a lot of it, but whenever the Dunkard women came in, we know that was what they were looking for. Used in the privacy of their own homes and with their own husbands, we presumed...Apparently they didn't need somebody's book to inspire their imaginations...