virus: Whistling in the Dark

Sun, 21 Feb 1999 18:36:12 -0800

Zloduska wrote:

> You realize that you sound like a fruit? ;-).

I can live with that. I can even be happy with that.

> I hope you're kidding.

Kidding? I don't know. Blathering, maybe.

> "Guardian angel" sounds like the stuff that fairy tales are made of.

Every now and again, a person can derive a bit of much-needed perspective from a trip to fairy tale land.

> A misogynist male posing as a sexist woman would have some serious issues, I
> would think.

Or at least an unconventional (though possibly very effective) way of making his point. Or maybe whoever wrote that "masculinity in men" stuff was really a post-feminist woman posing as a misogynist male doing a characiture of sexist woman.

> I bet I appear touchy on this subject.

We've all got buttons, and the longer you participate on this list, the better your fellow Virions get at pushing them.

> Well, you sure bet I am. If you
> lived my life, you would be too.

Experience alters ideology.

> (*"Cookie, I bet your whole life is one
> 'dreaded chore' .." echoes in my ears*)

In my experience, the best cure for that is to replace whatever annoying song is looping in your consciousness with an even catchier but light-hearted one. Songs by They Might Be Giants are very useful for this purpose. For me, "Kiss me, son of God" has always been a reliable standby, although "Whistling in the Dark" is a bit happier.


Whistling in the Dark

A woman came up to me and said
"I'd like to poison your mind
With wrong ideas that appeal to you
Though I am not unkind."
She looked at me, I looked at something
Written across her scalp
And this is what it faintly said
As I tried to call for help:

There's only one thing
That I know how to do well
And I've often been told that you only can do What you know how to do well
And that's be you
Be what you're like
Be like yourself
And so I'm having a wonderful time
But I'd rather be whistling in the dark
There's only one thing that I like
And that is whistling in the dark

A man came up to me and said
"I'd like to change your mind
By hitting with a rock," he said,
"Though I am not unkind."
We laughed at his little joke
and then I merrily walked away
And hit my head on the wall of the jail
Where the two of us live today

-They Might Be Giants