Remember that Iraqi reporter who threw his fancy footwear at the (former!) leader of the free world’s head? Ahh yes, Muntazer al-Zaidi! That silly prankster!
Now, as you could have gathered from my liberal bleeding heart wimpy sappy Obama obsessed blog, I wasn’t W’s biggest fan. But, to quote Austin Powers (and I will NEVER EVER quote it again, by the way. I promise.), “Who throws a shoe? Honestly?!”
To commemorate the Muntazernator’s horrible aim (or W.’s cat-like reflexes, which no doubt are a result of his frequent cat naps), the Iraqis in Sadaam Hussein’s hometown, Tikrit, have unveiled a six-foot statue of a shoe. Cool?
Now that is CLASSY. One and a half tons of pure class with a tree sticking out of it. Just in case you are dumb like me and can’t read Arabic, the inscription says “Muntazer: fasting until the sword breaks its fast with blood; silent until our mouths speak the truth.”
Ah, now that is poetry.
Muntazer, by the way, is in jail. He is facing charges of assaulting a visiting head of state.
And please note about the title of this post, I KNOW that you can’t hear a shoe around the world. I’m only making a nerdy historical reference to “the shot heard round the world”. It’s a line from a poem written by Emerson about the start of the Revolutionary War. WOOO LIBERAL ARTS!
[Posted by Kathleen]
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I rarely find beer commercials funny, but this one did make me laugh a little.
[Posted by Kathleen]
In just a few days, I will be embarking on a crazy adventure to South America. (Have no fear, dedicated readers. SWTCTW will be getting a guest blogger!)
I can’t wait.
In my mind, I had visions of looking somewhat cute in my pictures. My rose-colored legit backpacker’s backpack, cute hiking shorts and a tank top, chilling in my Rainbows with a nice tan. You know…looking like a really cool world traveler in her twenties. Then reality hit me like a case of food poisoning while shopping at EMS today– I’m going to look absolutely heinous.
This ugly realization happened while perusing the shoe section. I looked at the hiking running shoes. Ugh. All repulsive. I usually mock people who wear these shoes, but in my defense it’s because they unnecessarily wear them as everyday shoes. I would actually “need” them. So I tried on a pair that was less offensive than the rest. After deciding I could live with them, I asked the guy if they were good for backpacking. “You will die if you wear those shoes,” he said. Quite forcefully, too. DIE?! I’m scared enough as it is! I don’t need your fear-mongering on top of my parents’ completely-expected-but-still-a-little-confidence-rattling paranoia, EMS dude. He then pointed me to a pair of shoes that made my stomach lurch. Yes, the ones pictured above. I was panicked. He told me I was going to die if I didn’t get these shoes!
The truth is that I’m just not that hardcore. When I say backpacking, I mean exploring the continent with a backpack…not spelunking and scaling mountains.
And I’ve changed the mental picture I have of myself traveling. I’m not looking to sound or act prissy. So what if I’m wearing clothes that aren’t the most flattering? So what if I don’t look my absolute best? Who am I trying to impress? I’m just glad I’m going. I’m going to see the world and I don’t care what I have to look like to get there.
But those shoes? NO WAY. My old pair of kicks will just have to do.
[Posted by Kathleen]
Now I’m aware that the fashion gods decided that platform shoes are in again. I also must acknowledge that I tend to love Free People, as it is a brand that enables my not-so-secret desire to be a hippie. (A fake, well-dressed hippie, of course.) But those shoes! Look at those things! I don’t think the Spice Girls would have even worn them back in the ’90s. And according to their description, they have a terrifying four-and-a-half inch heel. As a 5’11” girl with a general dislike for heels, height like that is enough to make me woozy. (The image that just popped into my brain as I pictured myself wearing the monstrosities: a just-born foal with its wobbly little legs, stumbling all over the place.) So uh, anyway, these shoes are hideous, happy Friday, and will someone please bring me a breakfast sandwich?
[Posted by Mallory]