January is a crappy month, especially in the northern hemisphere: cold, dark skies, short days, no Christmas holidays to look forward to, and (in the U.S.) the prospect of filing your tax return.
Which makes me wonder why people would want to make the month even more miserable by suggesting that this would be a good time to cut out those things which can alleviate our misery (“Veganuary”, how cute; and “Dry January”). What infamy is this? As if January isn’t shitty enough, now we have to add itching powder to the hairshirt by giving up meat and beer?
It’s only 7am as I write this, yet I feel a nagging need for steak ‘n (butter-fried) eggs, washed down with a Bloody Mary — and we’re not even halfway through the month.
I am getting so sick of people trying to change our lifestyle and behavior “for your own good” — it’s like living with Gwyneth Paltrow and Chuck Schumer in your house, with no earplugs to drown out their endless nagging do-goodery.
Leave me the fuck alone.
Dilly, dilly!
Is this some new Internet expression?
Per the Urban Dictionary (https://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=dilly%20dilly)
Dilly-Dilly
A word that shows “approval” of an action. It also can be used as a sort of cheer. Always used in response to a sentence spoke by another first.
Bob : “That was one hell of a touchdown!”
Bill : “Dilly-Dilly!”
Not a term with which I have a great deal of familiarity myself.
Every day is International Bacon Day at my house, several slices of almost crisp bacon with two butter fried eggs, over-easy, drenched in Cholula sauce. In my 70’s somethings gonna kill me some day so, it might as well be good food.
Perhaps we could declare January to be Beat a Commie For Mommy Month?
Wonderful idea!
why just one month? sounds like year round fun!!
Bloody Mary?
Doesn’t that have **vegetable** in it?
Yes; 80% vodka, 20% tomato juice. It’s my concession to healthy living.
at work they’re having a “biggest loser” contest with a $20 entry fee half to the winner, half to the charity of the winner’s choice. That’s about the cost of a brick or brickette of .22lr!!
The biggest loser was the guy who suggested the competition.
That delightful platter is just begging for some Bearnaise sauce.
Of all tyrannies, a tyranny exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It may be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies. The robber baron’s cruelty may sometimes sleep, his cupidity may at some point be satiated; but those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end, for they do so with the approval of their consciences. – C.S. Lewis