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Wednesday, June 28, 2006

Random Rant

Soooo, I'm driving to the bank, through my quaint middle class municipality and I spy something pull out in front of me that I have seen many times: a vanity license plate with two sets of 3-letter initials. "I hate you!" I scream at my windshield. Why? Why do I hate this anonymous, SUV driving suburbanite housewife whose concept of individuality and flair is to pay an extra $35 so that the initials of the couple, in a unique and apparently not repeated before them manner, make up their license plate? How could I despise someone who's idea of originality has been repeated by like-minded folks for the past, what, 15 years or so? Is it possible this cute concept predates the Look At Me '90s? Sure, the Go-Go '80s were full of vapid egotism, but didn't the Nineteen hundred and nineties signal the crest of blatantism? How interesting it would be to poll every single vehicle in these United States that is adorned with these metal monograms and list the predominance of additional 'signals'? Bet we would find that the most popular sticker is BUSH/CHENEY 2004, followed by those insipid ribbon magnets that declare patriotism and blind support for those sent overseas whether they like it or not, along with the Ducks, Unlimited folks and the My Kid is a Big Fat Cheeser At Random School stickers. Join in, everyone, declare your affiliation and stop worrying whether you're unique or not--the bandwagon never gets too full for another sheep in sheep's clothing!!


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