Word of the day: "ordinary"
Everyone else has had a go at this topic today, I might as well put in my 2 centavos.
And the topic is: Ordinary. Having failed to make Canadians really really love him for his scintillating personality, PM Harper is trying a new strategy: make us love him because he's "ordinary" -- the "Tim Horton's Prime Minister" -- unlike Stephane Dion, who is "not ordinary" -- the "Starbucks Opposition Leader" perhaps.
It worked for Georgie Bush during the 2004 election campaign. Remember all the right-wing shit spewed about that latte-swilling liberal elitist (and war hero) John Kerry? Dubya's ordinariness somehow trumped Kerry's distinguished military service (as opposed to Georgie McAwol's military service "lite"). "Ordinary" plays well in the "heartland", and Harper's looking to cement his place in Canadian history as one of our great "ordinary" guys. Sounds inspiring or what? In that spirit, the July issue of Chatelaine is running one article each on Harper and Dion -- Harper's a celebration of his and his family's ordinariness and the other a piece on Dion's wife, Janine Krieber, a PHD who's anything but ordinary.
The wankosphere was quick to seize on the Krieber article, suggesting that her strength and intelligence, not to mention her last name (channelling 1977), might be negatives for Dion out in the vast wasteland of Canadian ordinariness. Some suggest that ordinary Canadians won't be able to identify with how Krieber supposedly "rules the Krieber-Dion roost", even *gasp* buying Dion's boxers for him. Extraordinary! Except that it's not, and any woman who's been hooked up with a guy for any length of time knows how ordinary this really is. I was the official gauchie-buyer for both of my exes, it just came with the territory. For the last one in particular it wasn't an act of kindness as much as an environmental necessity; left to his own devices he'd wear out (abuse?) his underwear until it was literally hanging off him in tattered shreds stuck together with duct tape. He'd only buy new undies when he ran out of duct tape, and even then they wouldn't be "new" new -- he'd get used ones at Value Village. (So wrong.)
Bottom (haha) line: the wifely buying of spousal underwear is extremely ordinary. I'm amused at the intimation that it means Dion's too pussy and not "ordinary" enough to be a leader. If anything, the fact that gauchie-buying is his wife's gig shows that Dion is very ordinary. On the other hand, if Harper won't even allow Laureen to buy his boxers, he's even more of a control freak than we thought.
And the topic is: Ordinary. Having failed to make Canadians really really love him for his scintillating personality, PM Harper is trying a new strategy: make us love him because he's "ordinary" -- the "Tim Horton's Prime Minister" -- unlike Stephane Dion, who is "not ordinary" -- the "Starbucks Opposition Leader" perhaps.
It worked for Georgie Bush during the 2004 election campaign. Remember all the right-wing shit spewed about that latte-swilling liberal elitist (and war hero) John Kerry? Dubya's ordinariness somehow trumped Kerry's distinguished military service (as opposed to Georgie McAwol's military service "lite"). "Ordinary" plays well in the "heartland", and Harper's looking to cement his place in Canadian history as one of our great "ordinary" guys. Sounds inspiring or what? In that spirit, the July issue of Chatelaine is running one article each on Harper and Dion -- Harper's a celebration of his and his family's ordinariness and the other a piece on Dion's wife, Janine Krieber, a PHD who's anything but ordinary.
The wankosphere was quick to seize on the Krieber article, suggesting that her strength and intelligence, not to mention her last name (channelling 1977), might be negatives for Dion out in the vast wasteland of Canadian ordinariness. Some suggest that ordinary Canadians won't be able to identify with how Krieber supposedly "rules the Krieber-Dion roost", even *gasp* buying Dion's boxers for him. Extraordinary! Except that it's not, and any woman who's been hooked up with a guy for any length of time knows how ordinary this really is. I was the official gauchie-buyer for both of my exes, it just came with the territory. For the last one in particular it wasn't an act of kindness as much as an environmental necessity; left to his own devices he'd wear out (abuse?) his underwear until it was literally hanging off him in tattered shreds stuck together with duct tape. He'd only buy new undies when he ran out of duct tape, and even then they wouldn't be "new" new -- he'd get used ones at Value Village. (So wrong.)
Bottom (haha) line: the wifely buying of spousal underwear is extremely ordinary. I'm amused at the intimation that it means Dion's too pussy and not "ordinary" enough to be a leader. If anything, the fact that gauchie-buying is his wife's gig shows that Dion is very ordinary. On the other hand, if Harper won't even allow Laureen to buy his boxers, he's even more of a control freak than we thought.
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