So, this weekend is the Susan G. Komen Race For The Cure here in Indy. The commercials the local TeeWee station has been running crack me up, despite the seriousness of the cause, because among the montage of scenes from previous events there is one clip of a bunch of earnest-looking women who shout "We're protesting breast cancer!" at the camera as they go past. I always shout at the TeeWee "We're also protesting mosquitoes, gravity, green, and the number '5'!" I mean, you know that the Protest Culture has gone out of whack when people think you can "protest" the very existence of a concrete object, such as a cancer cell. Maybe Congress will pass a law.
This morning, however, I was left speechless and bereft of parody. They were interviewing one of the muckety-mucks of the weekend's activities, and she was under a full head of steam, speaking in such perfect PoMo Bureaucratese that I was about to blurt out "...and don't forget that breast cancer is everybody's problem. It can affect men, too!" but before I could say it she did, leaving me staring at the televisor doing my freshly-caught-trout impersonation.
It gets harder to be surreal every day.