They say never attribute to malice what could be explained by ignorance, but they really could have looked at how it’s been going in the UK for the last forty years and learnt the lesson vicariously.
I respect that, but I remember a story in my local paper years ago about the burger van that was selling porn, and the headline was “burger van sells porn with relish”. I want that world back.
I don’t have a bellybutton, because I was born with my guts the wrong way around and they used my navel for the incision when they operated on it. So I do have a scar in the same place, but not a traditional one. You can imagine the kinds of moments when people notice, and it’s never when I’m in the mood to talk about it, of course.
Are there really Britons doing this? I lived there from birth until just shy of my 30th and I’ve never witnessed it. I’ve seen plenty of people make fun of Americans for getting the British flag wrong, though, I’m suddenly reminded.
Well, in the real world where normal people live, no, but philosophically, fine yeah. But then if you want to be philosophical I’d go further and call that equivocation between “interesting: piquing my curiosity in a way I like” and “interesting: some remark can be made”, and I don’t find the latter interesting to think about anyway.
My “iPod Classic”, for all its faults, had survived going under a bus’s wheel unscathed and falling off my bike at speed a few times before I finally consigned it to the box of electronic stuff I wasn’t going to take with me when I emigrated three years ago. The Gameboy colour’s in the cupboard as I type! I might even bring it with me when society collapses and I have to forage.