PS. Why does the reporter say, "Some might call it good luck"? Are there some cultures in which having a bird shit on you is good luck? Or is she just trying to provide some bizarre MSM sense of "balance" to the report?
Apparently there are people who teach their children that bird shit on you is good luck. I was told this myself once when (while walking home from being broken up with, no less) a bird shat on the exact center of my scalp. The assurance of good luck did not improve my mood, though maybe it will work for cable news viewers.
Well, in Judy Blume's novel "Presenting Sally J. Freedman," the 1950s pre-teen heroine is told by her Russian Jewish grandmother in Florida that having a bird shit on you is good luck. I'm not sure if it's supposed to be true, or if it's a bit of good old Ashkenazic reverse psychology.
At 5/25/2007 10:37:00 AM, Hieronimo wrote…
PS. Why does the reporter say, "Some might call it good luck"? Are there some cultures in which having a bird shit on you is good luck? Or is she just trying to provide some bizarre MSM sense of "balance" to the report?
At 5/25/2007 10:37:00 AM, Hieronimo wrote…
PPS I should have put "reporter" in scare quotes in my last comment.
At 5/25/2007 01:25:00 PM, Simplicius wrote…
There's this too: "And as you can see, Mr. Bush took the attack in stride, wiping off the stain and continuing with his news conference unfazed."
Her entire metaphorical arsenal is weirdly militaristic.
"Some might call it an attack; others might call it good luck." Weird, weird, weird.
At 5/25/2007 03:33:00 PM, James wrote…
Apparently there are people who teach their children that bird shit on you is good luck. I was told this myself once when (while walking home from being broken up with, no less) a bird shat on the exact center of my scalp. The assurance of good luck did not improve my mood, though maybe it will work for cable news viewers.
At 5/25/2007 09:55:00 PM, Pamphilia wrote…
Well, in Judy Blume's novel "Presenting Sally J. Freedman," the 1950s pre-teen heroine is told by her Russian Jewish grandmother in Florida that having a bird shit on you is good luck. I'm not sure if it's supposed to be true, or if it's a bit of good old Ashkenazic reverse psychology.
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