Best of Me Symphony #101

This week's Best of Me Symphony is being guest-conducted over at The Owner's Manual ("Groping the news with Gary Cruse," heh).  As usual it's a virtual suite of brain food, and even yours truly has an entry.  And since one of the few criteria for the BOMS is that the post must be at least 60 days old (and no, it doesn't have to be about music), you actually might not remember this one, so GIT over tha'r and read, dangit.

Spirit Fingers starts off the first movement with a hilarious examination of Victoria's Secret's marketing efforts for the IPEX bra, a bra so high-tech it could easily make your breasts redundant.  If you have any.  Breasts, I mean.  (Koff)

The next movement slips into a brisk allegro with Susie over at Practical Penumbra ranting about political correctness and identifying one's color/race.

I steadfastly refuse to identify myself as "white" in surveys that ask for race. White is a color, not a race. My race is Caucasian, and my ethnic origin is European-American. Even if I were asked my color, I would have to say sort of pinky-beige, rather than white.

Just asking the question shows discrimination. Why should it matter whether I am Caucasian, Hispanic, African American or Aboriginal, unless someone is planning on using that information to draw certain conclusions or make decisions based on it? (And what is it called when you do that? Yep--discrimination).

I like this gal.  I'll bet she doesn't even IPEX.

Point Five carries the motif further with The Lost Powerpoint Slides (Frankenstein Edition).  I need say no more.

There are fifteen additional movements in this the 101st Symphony, each distinct yet melding wonderfully into a cohesive whole, or something like that, and you don't want to miss a one of them.

What are you doing still here?  Git.  Now.

Comments

[The Owner's Manual]

Thank you for such a perceptive review. The Maestro