So, Mr. B and I are going on a vacation. Sometime soon. Maybe we’re even on vacation as we speak. But maybe we’re at our house and if you try to rob it I’ll karate-kick you. Surprise!
We are or will be, or were in Europe. You guys know by now that I am a connoisseur of culture and love everything international I’ve done everything from Indian Classical Dance to the Saudi Arabian embassy to the Cochin Jews to West Philly. I got like 5 shots in preparation to go to India, and I have eaten squid. I also admire Science.
I have realized I am a very proud ignorant American.
Because this makes absolutely no sense to me:
I keep imagining these scenarios where Mr. B is taken hostage and to rescue him I have to be able to understand Metric details. So some Eurotrash guy with a Liam Neeson accent will call me and will be like, “We have your husband, V. You can give us the ransom money. Meet us on a day outside of Bruges when the temperature is 10 degrees Celsius, 500 meters away from the train station. Oh, and you’re not allowed to use Google.” And they’ll hang up.
Let’s see, minus10 degrees Celsius. If you take the 7, divide by two, multiply by 45, OHMYGOD. There is no way I, as an American (let’s conveniently ignore the fact that I’m not technically one), can be expected to understand this system. Bye, Mr. B. So sorry. So stupid.
The American measurement system represents freedom. It represents apple pie. It represents 2-ply toilet paper. It represents a country that pisses off the rest of the free world and doesn’t care about any consequences. This is the America I know and love.
It represents that moment when Mr. B and I landed on a late flight from Israel and, starving, we walked into a Wendy’s. It was the most disgusting Wendy’s of my life. The greasiest fries. The palest chicken nuggets. But as we were greedily scarfing down the liquid pools of fat and dousing them in honey mustard, I kid you not, the Star-Spangled Banner started playing right there in that Wendy’s at 12 o’clock in the morning, I cried. Because, God Bless America. God Bless Wendy’s. And God Bless whoever thought up measurement independence from Europe.
I am a proud member of a nation of 300 million standard morons. (130.5 million morons metric)
P.S. Friday Links
1. Evernote: if you don’t already have it, you should. (Can you spot the Jews and the Russians in the story?)
2. Culture Beat jamz
4. Don’t have sex with William Faulkner (100% SFW)