I don’t think that means what you think it means
05/19/2009
I’ve been watching lots of TV. Reality TV is filling my nights. I fell in love with Taking the Stage, the MTV show that follows students at the Cincinnati School of the Creative and Performing Arts. There was a thing with girl A and girl B and the boyfriend of girl A kissing girl B. Blah blah blah, come to a talent night where girl B sings a song about being with a boy and breathing in the essence of the boy when they are lying next to each other, it was kind of beautiful and deep, it was not, however, ineffable. Girl A, upon hearing girl B’s song, turns to her boyfriend and says: “That is so ineffable.”
My first reaction was to say to the TV, “I don’t think that means what you think it means.” Then I googled, just to ensure that it means what I think it means. Luckily, I am still smart. Score one for the thirty year-old watching reality TV marketed to high schoolers. Unless she meant to say that girl B was so deep and profound about a sacred act that there were no words that could aptly describe the event. In which case, that word totally means exactly what she thought it meant.
I’ve also been eating cookies. Lots of cookies. Cookies are not on the low carb diet. Oddly enough my body has responded by not gaining weight. Must be the odd combination of Vicodin, Lunesta, Elavil, and Codeine.
So, I guess this is the post to say I’m hiding in the dark drinking pink lemonade. Maybe next month I’ll have something to say.