Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Clichés: The Whole Kit and Caboodle

I don’t want to cry over spilled milk here, but I can see the writing on the wall. For too long I’ve stood idly by as people have thrashed the use of cliché in writing, and at the end of the day, I say, “If you don’t have anything good to say, don’t say anything at all”.  Call me crazy but in my world…hope springs eternal (and the spring water is suprisingly clean).

That’s how I roll, like it or lump it.

Listen, it’s not rocket science folks; writing is like running…we can ALL do it; easy as pie. (Why is pie easy? A good crust is VERY VERY hard to get just right…) Some of us are better at thinking outside the box and when we write, we feel like we’re taking candy from a baby! (Why do babies get all this candy, and who’s giving it to them? And this cliché is somewhat problematic for me because babies LIKE candy…I don’t think it’d be very easy to get that stuff out of their grubby, slobbery hands. But I digress, let me get back to basics here….)

The bottom line is that we’re all just trying to make a dime and I’m no different! They say that love makes the world go round but I say it’s all about the Benjamins. Money talks and bullshit walks, that’s the saying right? Is it cliché?


All things being equal (they’re not equal…the founding fathers were drunk) I’d rather be doing this than getting a root canal. And that’s just the tip of the iceberg! (It was the rest of it that sunk the Titanic and killed Leonardo DiCaprio....very sad.)

In a nutshell, clichés are true, peeps. And in most cases stereotypes are there for a reason. I say let’s not throw out the baby with the bath water and EMBRACE cliché in writing. When life gives you lemons, you just gotta make lemonade.  Cliché is here to stay.

Walk with me, talk with me…if you forget that tomorrow’s another day, then this is all just dust in the wind. Let me dumb it down:  I’m not just another pretty face, so if you’re picturing me sitting here in a conservative tweed jacket with leather elbows and a pipe, you’re right! (No you’re not, I’m in comfy pants and a Navy football sweatshirt.)

Just in the nick of time I’ve figured out that if I look smart as a whip people take me seriously. Being the real McCoy means I have to sell myself. (Not literally, that’s illegal.) I’m trying to drum up support for this blog but frankly the future is as plain as the nose on your face: I’m not really riding the wave of the future. I think this ship has sailed and I’m two steps behind everyone else.

I mean come on, it’s a foregone conclusion that I’ve got a long row to hoe here. Can a cliché (or 147 of them) save a blog? Or a woman? Stay tuned! (That means sign up to be a follower, get an email subscription or for the love of government cheese, tell your friends to read this fragging thing.)

I’ve always said that the more things change, the more the stay the same, but I might be pissing in the wind on that one. (Hopefully not a wind blowing back in my face.) Sometimes I feel so out of step with the rest of the world…it’s like I’m dancing to the beat of a different drummer and all that jazz. What’s a blogging girl to do?  It’s so frustrating to try and break into the old-boys network and I’m just fit to be tied. (I won’t elaborate, this is a PG-13 movie…you’re barking up the wrong tree if you want that song and dance.)

To make a long story short (too late!) I’m in this fight to bitter end, and looking for a few good men (sometimes clichés are dated) to jump on board, take a vested interest and join me in this labor of love. Snap to it pals! Because if we play our cards right we could go places! But I don’t want to talk your ear off, so let’s wrap this thing up with a bow (a bow wrapped around a Tiffany’s box is always nice).

Remember that people are people and we’re all in this together. There’s safety in numbers and I can’t do this alone (that’s what got Ted Kaczynski in trouble)….  And before I give you too much of a good thing and start waxing poetic, I’ll just remind you to jump in! The water’s fine! Keep reading, tell a friend, share a link, have a Coke (trademarked) and a smile!

So bottom’s up my friends. Happy St. Patrick’s Day and don’t let the Man get you down (unless you’re “into it”. You're definitely going to want to click that last link). See you next time!


PS- I don’t have a clue what any of this means so take it with a grain of salt, but it was fun so if using cliché is wrong, I don’t wanna be right.

Photo credits: , , and a random Google search for the I heart cliche.

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