A facebook friend’s status says, “[So-and-so] wants you to draw your own conclusion, but the markets had their worst post election trading day in the last 112 years, today.”
-Well, you can’t draw a firm conclusion from this, especially when the Asian markets had strong gains the day AFTER the election. There’s no real correlation. The markets understandably and initially favorably (how many adverbs can I put in a row here?) responded to the prospect of Mr. Obama, but just as understandably refaced the reality of the economy. Fact of the matter is the economy is crappy. Major companies that were giving out dividends not too long ago are now floundering or completely bottomed out. Relating the current economy’s downward spiral to a man WHO JUST GOT ELECTED is like saying Florida is flat, and Florida is part of the world, therefore the world is flat. It’s pure fallacy.
Back on December 12, 2007, I wrote a song analysis for Fergie’s “Big Girls Don’t Cry.” Someone commented on it, and it kind of made me chuckle: “I think you need to stop over analyzing spilt milk. Fergie is a very extremely talented poet. Did Shakespeare ever make sense? Get over it girl and don’t be such a hater.”
-Is this person serious? “Did Shakespeare ever make sense?” Why has Shakespeare been around for so long? His extension of the human condition is what his audience can relate to. They understand it, peasants and royalty, bourgeoisie alike. Because it makes sense. And why do I even care if this commenter is comparing Fergie to Shakespeare? I should have ignored the commenter, but I didn’t: “It’s all subjective. It’s all preference and a matter of opinion. This is just a song I’m not crazy about. Plus, I’m not out there busting out tunes like Fergie. I don’t have throngs upon throngs of devoted fans. She sings just fine and seems like a pretty cool person. I’m not really hating – IT’S JUST ONE SONG, and it’s my very broad interpretation of such. You probably don’t like a lot of the songs that I like. We disagree, and that’s okay.”
I’ll ignore the irony of going off on a person’s completely legitimate passions and interests, which Shakespeare so masterfully foibled in his characters. Meh, we all react that way every once in a while. I’m just not going to betray or stab anyone or poison myself because of it.
I thought I had other stuff to gripe about, but I don’t, or maybe I’m just too lazy. Maybe I just needed to vent a little. Deep breaths. Ahh.