![[with sincere apologies to Brad Pitt.]
Y’all remember this recent cover of Wired that had Brad Pitt on the cover? It was an ‘etiquette’ issue, and on the cover Pitt is shown wearing a bluetooth headset, with accompanying text:
DITCH THE HEADSET. He can barely pull it off. And you are not him.
That’s what came to mind for me the other day, as I was on my back porch, attempting to enjoy some coffee and time with my dogs. My neighbor, at this time, decided to come out on his back porch, and proceeded to have a long, animated telephone conversation with someone or another, his headset (not specifically bluetooth, but whatever) plugged into the phone (the better to allow him to pace around excitedly, I guess).
Here’s the thing: I don’t have the best sense of hearing. But he was so loud, I could not help but make out the following three conversation fragments:
“There is nothing wrong with working with your hands…”
“A lot of black folks…”
“I’m not racist!”
My preference here (after, of course, that he did not fucking live next fucking door to us) would be either to be able to not hear anything at all, OR to be able to hear much more. Context for any of the above snippets might have been worthwhile.
Whatever the first anecdote was, I thought to myself - “Are we talking about employment options? Yes, I suppose manual labor jobs might be what you’re limited to, considering your record.”
As for the second two bits, I just shook my head and resisted the urge to puke up my coffee. Because, really, what’s more charming besides living next door to someone with a conviction for a sexual assault against a child, besides gathering the (utterly unsurprising) information that that same piece of shit is also racist?](http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_krbqg01gYa1qa3scoo1_400.jpg)
[with sincere apologies to Brad Pitt.]
Y’all remember this recent cover of Wired that had Brad Pitt on the cover? It was an ‘etiquette’ issue, and on the cover Pitt is shown wearing a bluetooth headset, with accompanying text:
DITCH THE HEADSET. He can barely pull it off. And you are not him.
That’s what came to mind for me the other day, as I was on my back porch, attempting to enjoy some coffee and time with my dogs. My neighbor, at this time, decided to come out on his back porch, and proceeded to have a long, animated telephone conversation with someone or another, his headset (not specifically bluetooth, but whatever) plugged into the phone (the better to allow him to pace around excitedly, I guess).
Here’s the thing: I don’t have the best sense of hearing. But he was so loud, I could not help but make out the following three conversation fragments:
- “There is nothing wrong with working with your hands…”
- “A lot of black folks…”
- “I’m not racist!”
My preference here (after, of course, that he did not fucking live next fucking door to us) would be either to be able to not hear anything at all, OR to be able to hear much more. Context for any of the above snippets might have been worthwhile.
Whatever the first anecdote was, I thought to myself - “Are we talking about employment options? Yes, I suppose manual labor jobs might be what you’re limited to, considering your record.”
As for the second two bits, I just shook my head and resisted the urge to puke up my coffee. Because, really, what’s more charming besides living next door to someone with a conviction for a sexual assault against a child, besides gathering the (utterly unsurprising) information that that same piece of shit is also racist?
