The correction goes on to say "The women in the photo that accompanied the article informed the Times, through their spokesman, that they were 'totes kidding with [their] outfits, watches and empty martini glasses, too. We normally wear smart people boring stuff with, like, reading glasses and underwear.'"
@Nard: Yes, I was thinking just that. Also, were all the quotes they gave in the article also just satirical?
I'm of the opinion that "satire" is the wrong word here. It wasn't that. It's more of this affected sort of dialogue that you might hear at the bar at Dos Caminos every Wednesday night; that kind of talk where people brag by complaining. There's always truth in jokes -- and more often than not, more truth.
In this day-and-age everyone defends themselves against the backlash for their having made irresponsible and petty remarks by contending that it was merely "satire" or that they were being "ironic."
Moreover, this whole tack that they take is slightly annoying to me because it's a fake apology. What someone is really implying is, "Yeah, so we both know that I was wrong but I'm just going to say that you're not savvy or smart enough to be in on the joke so that I can get away with it." It's kind of shameless.
Why can't we just call a spade a spade. During the boom times they sold sex and companionship for money and presents. When their gravy train ended they pouted and sulked loudly and got ridiculed in the press for it. Now that none of them could get invited to the opening of a bag they are trying to take it all back.
@BookishLookish: Sheet, I'd settle for Huck Finn for them. Or maybe a little Ambrose Bierce... The Devil's Dictionary might serve them well:
Miss:
The title with which we brand unmarried women to indicate that they are in the market. Miss, Missis (Mrs.) and Mister (Mr.) are the three most distinctly disagreeable words in the language, in sound and sense. Two are corruptions of Mistress, the other of Master. In the general abolition of social titles in this our country they miraculously escaped to plague us. If we must have them let us be consistent and give one to the unmarried man. I venture to suggest Mush, abbreviated to Mh.
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There is so much truth in this thread that my prostate began to ache for them.
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This is worth correcting because...?
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I'm of the opinion that "satire" is the wrong word here. It wasn't that. It's more of this affected sort of dialogue that you might hear at the bar at Dos Caminos every Wednesday night; that kind of talk where people brag by complaining. There's always truth in jokes -- and more often than not, more truth.
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Moreover, this whole tack that they take is slightly annoying to me because it's a fake apology. What someone is really implying is, "Yeah, so we both know that I was wrong but I'm just going to say that you're not savvy or smart enough to be in on the joke so that I can get away with it." It's kind of shameless.
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@Mount_Prion:
@BookishLookish:
@leonleonleon:
I was referring to a weedeater,of course. What did you think I meant?
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To this day, Branson Missouri is riveted with her.
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Miss:
The title with which we brand unmarried women to indicate that they are in the market. Miss, Missis (Mrs.) and Mister (Mr.) are the three most distinctly disagreeable words in the language, in sound and sense. Two are corruptions of Mistress, the other of Master. In the general abolition of social titles in this our country they miraculously escaped to plague us. If we must have them let us be consistent and give one to the unmarried man. I venture to suggest Mush, abbreviated to Mh.
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