In an effort to bring up the intellectual level of this 'blog, I now bring to the table a question of great weight, which shall take all our collective probity to resolve. To wit: What can explain the fact that the default color for bedsheets is white?
Certainly, at one time, dyeing was a significant expense, even a luxury (what with having to harvest the snails and such) - but now? In any case, here in the First World, there is little significant difference in overhead.
So, I am forced to declare, ex cathedra, the following dharma:
That anyone who willingly sheaths their bed in white sheets is either:
- Heloise - helpful hinter, who can clean gosh-darned near everything, and takes a stubborn pride in hard cases.
- Single, and gripped by the demons of pessimism,
- A repulsive prude,
- A damned fool, or
- An absolutely drooling fucking idiot - or, perhaps,
- All of the above, excluding (of course) Heloise, who is, after all, one smart cookie.
Your feedback on this important issue is not welcomed, but will be tolerated with an ingratiating politeness that is subtly insulting.
Tags: Sex ; Politics ; Religion ; Rants
