I start this post by doing something I thought I would never do. I am going to thank Salim Mehajer. He has actually come in useful for something. Stop laughing. Pick your jaws back up from your laps. He has. It's true, I tells ye! If you read my last post, you will have read my incredulous rant at the advertisement he posted for staff, a position that is clearly out of the question if you're a bloke with tattoos. I have printed off a copy of that lamentable ad, and am taking it to the student I am tutoring this afternoon. I will get him to read it, tell me what's wrong, and correct it. I will probably also need to get him a handkerchief as he weeps with despair.
Aren't some people flogs? They are just pure, unmitigated, unadulterated, flogs; stone-cold, motherless last down the bottom of the intelligence scale. I don't know if it's even worth my time blogging about this flog, well she-flog in this instance, but I was so damned annoyed that the imbecile is taking up space in my newsfeed. I guess it's her own fault in a way; she's the one who turned to the media with her grievance. I was annoyed at her for what she's annoyed about. This is what she's annoyed about: she attended the Stevie Nicks concert the other night and is complaining she was escorted out by security for dancing. No, this is not a 'Footloose' scenario wherein the joy that is dance has been banned by a civic committee of misguided stodgy old farts. This is a situation where she was told to sit down three times, and when she didn't, the security took her out of the venue. She is totally humiliated, she says, and feels like a criminal. Maybe the realisation that many people think she is an entitled prat might be just a tad more humiliating. Listen, woman: if you're told by the security staff to sit down, and ignore directions, then you're going to be removed from premises. How hard is it to understand? This is what actually really pisses me off: you want to dance? Great. Go and dance where you're not impacting up on the visibility and enjoyment of other patrons. This was the issue. Usually there are standing areas, and you can dance your silly guts out there. In a seated area, not everybody wants to have to stand up. Not everybody can stand for long periods of time, either. But these other patrons have parted with their hard-earned cash to see the show, and it is the show they wish to see; not your bloody arse swinging around in front of them. It's annoying. I saw a Live Aid tribute concert a few months ago. Enjoyed it. Then someone started dancing near the stage, just close enough to my peripheral vision to be really irritating. I was actually going to say something, and closer inspection of the patron had me realise she was a person with special needs (there were a few special needs people there, so I daresay there had been an excursion organised). I realised saying, 'Will you get the fuck away from there?' would have been a bit churlish on my part as the woman did not realise her repetitive dance movements were a bit distracting. But to the person who has gone to the media crying because she no doubt annoyed the crap out of other people, ignored warnings, and then got what was due her: fuck off. Listen - your right to extend your fist ends where another person's nose begins. Try and remember that. You are an idiot who has climbed onto my nerves like a virulent parasite.
Charles Manson has died. I guess this kind of compensates for the loss of Malcolm Young the other day. Rot in Hell, Manson.
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