I was in the gayborhood yesterday returning a book (who files a book of erotica which focuses on straight couples on the lesbian erotica shelf in a glbt bookstore? even the clerk was aghast.) when a rack of cards in a card shop caught my eye. It was full of those square cards (extra postage required) with pithy pseudo-philosophical quotes on them (Dance like no one’s looking… People can only make you feel inferior with your permission… etc, etc). The one facing out read “It’s never too late to be who you would have been.” And while the author of said saying was too small for me to read at distance I had simultaneous and diametrically opposed reactions.
I wanted to weep from relief at the possibility of hope, and I wanted to punch the author in the face until my fist was covered in his blood all the while screaming “Bullshit!” Yes, it’s been one of those weeks.
You know those weeks: nothing goes quite right; you get the rock in your shoe; stupid commercials make you cry; humanity irritates the living shit out of you just by breathing; you’re forced to bite your tongue before you ask when your boss got the lobotomy and why no one bothered to tell you so you could send flowers during his recovery; the stupidest stuff makes you laugh like a 7 year-old on nitrous.
OK, so maybe I’m the only one who has weeks like that. Nevertheless, it’s my week and I have to live it. And then Dan Piraro publishes this as today’s cartoon.
I’m not sure what made me laugh harder: the blatant homoeroticism of sports, the drawing, or the concept. Either way, my week just got better.