These are three topics that should be avoided at all costs.
Recently, a girl I was working with asked, how old did I think she was. I tried bobbing and weaving so not to answer, but she persisted, smiling seductively expecting me to give her desired answer. When I said early 40s, her face, which believe me is pretty damned pretty, folded like a pup tent.
“No one has ever guessed that high before,” she mewled.
“I’m sorry, but how old are you?”
Next, do not say you’re a democrat or a Trump hater, or some Navy Seal with too much zeal, might follow you home. If you don’t mind me saying, it’s a mystery why he’s so popular, the Tweeting fool that he is, but yet he is. Even people I admire like him. I will remind them of this when we’re in a bomb shelter in our gas masks eating canned lima beans.
And forget religion, since I am so done with that too.
Christians, to quote writer W.P. Kinsella, “who never let you forget they’re religious…that a truly religious person would let his life be example enough and not let it interfere with being a human being.”
Even Jews lately are pissing me off with that, we’re the chosen people, attitude tooling around wanting nothing to do with anyone who isn’t en route to temple. I do have a mezuzah after all, so shiksa or no shiksa, still deserve a little respect.
My two sense…no…that’s not a typo.