I’m concerned that I’m seeing all the signs of the end of a civilization, guys. I’m not talking about in a hundred years maybe, I’m talking about bar the door Kitty, it could be tomorrow.
Just in the past few days, I think I’ve seen the signs:
– It was bad enough that about 30% of the public is so phobia-ridden that they need an “emotional support animal” to get on a plane, but a peacock? Really?
My wife recently sat next to a kind of normal looking guy that had to have his cat as a support animal. I get that people are trying to use this to get their pets to fly free, but come on. There would have been a time when no self-respecting man would have flown with his cat, like ever. But now…
– I was eavesdropping on a conference call of my wife’s and the pre-call “waiting for everyone to join” general BSing. Mrs Grouse is the only woman in a team of 50 something-year-old “sales guys” who sell stuff that costs millions.
So back in the day, it would have been a bunch of sports talk the day after the Superbowl. Instead, these 5 guys went on and on about where the best places were to get manicures in major cities. No, I am ABSOLUTELY not kidding. Five guys, average age of say 52, all with grown kids, talked about having their nails done.
But wait there’s more. Just as I was about to black out from the sheer lack of manliness, it got worse. The subject changed to shoe shopping. No. Freaking, really. 5 guys talking about where to go for totally awesome shoe shopping.
At this point, I passed out. Mrs Grouse eventually revived me by wrapping my cold, nearly dead body in a red and black plaid lumberjack shirt and splashing cheap Canadian whiskey on my face, but it was a close call.
These are two small examples of what I see as people’s total fixation on self-pleasuring to the point where they care about nothing else but their own pleasure these days. Emotional support animals, menicures, male shoe shopping boutique binges.
Is this it? Is this what Rome was like, right before the fall? Is this what it was like the day before the Greeks fell? Was the British Empire felled by an excessive need for emotional support animals?
Wasn’t there a time when we didn’t do things because–well–it just wasn’t done? My God we’re such a bunch of pansy-asses now.
Don’t buy green bananas, I say. The end may be nigh.
Grouse