Many times I have sat on the train and thought, could the person sitting next to me, the one who just burped out loud and is vigorously picking their nose have a blog? Could they, while happily examining their excavation results, be wondering whether I have a blog? I think it would be a great idea if bloggers could have some method of identifying each other. Even if we don't strike up conversation, we could nod and acknowledge to each other that yes we are out and about and not sitting in front of our computers. After carefully considering Calvin-type underwear with words on the waistband, I decided instead to go with a bracelet.
First we need to pick a colour. Red is definitely out of the question because of the Kabbalah factor. If you've been living under a rock for the past year, Kabbalah is a branch of Jewish mysticism that has been single-handedly popularised by Esther (the artist formerly known as Madonna) and is now the religion of choice for celebrities with marginal or no talent. Followers of Kabbalah often wear red string bracelets (bendel) to ward off the Evil Eye.
The Kabbalah clique is not to be missed with because when Target started to sell imitation bendel, they soon found themselves under the evil eye. Amidst complaints of crass commercialism and corporate exploitation, Target withdrew these products from sale. That'll show them, real bracelets can only be bought from the source at
US$26 and while you're at it why don't you check out the book section which has the English Roses and Mr Peabody's Apples for the special price of
US$19.95 each. Hurry, while stocks last.
What about yellow? When it's not a Coldplay song, it's quite tolerable. But wouldn't that be an uncharitable attempt to steal the limelight away from the rubber
Livestrong bracelets worn to support cancer research? The bracelets are currently out of stock (causing bottom-feeders on Ebay to resell the US$1 bracelets for over US$10) but several million more have been ordered to cope with the demand. Therefore yellow has joined the Tour de France (and possibly this
man on the right) in the stable known as Lance Armstrong's bitches.
I don't mind pink but not only is it already associated with the far more worthy cause of breast cancer awareness, but pink is also a very polarising colour. At one end there are those who subscribe to the
Barbara Cartland school of thought and at the other there are those who go into anaphylactic shock when asked to "think pink".
I guess we will just have to go with trusty old black, a colour that never goes out of style and is slimming for the wrist too. Well think again because according to
sex-bracelets.com (the URL alone probably makes it not safe for work), black = sexual intercourse. Um, I have been described on the odd occasion as somewhat friendly to strangers but never
that friendly.
Every other colour seems to be accounted for in this lewd coding system (I will never look at silver bracelets the same way again), with possible alternate meanings depending on one's locality. Imagine wearing a certain colour bracelet to expect a hug but receiving something very different which can only be described as
uncomfortable. Forget about trying to achieve unity on reducing greenhouse gas emissions, we need to agree on the colours of sex bracelets first! The site also advises us to ask wearers in our local area to avoid doubt. Now who would the resident sex bracelet expert in Hong Kong be? Ohhhh suddenly
it all makes sense!
Snopes.com is tempted to dismiss the whole thing as urban legend but I'm not taking any chances, especially after reading this
cautionary tale by Jennifer in Delaware:
I was at this club that had just opened up and I meant this guy in their named Tykee and he noticed that I had on a bracelet that they called sex bracelets. So any way the one I had on was the clear one. Let you be reminded that I didn't know what these bracelets meant. Tykee came up to me and told me if I am willing to what he want I wanted him to do then lets go in the back and you give me head. I looked at him like excuse me and he then pointed at the bracelet and ripped it off of my wrist. I looked at him and turned the other direction. But later on that night he told me he was sorry and that he thought that I knew what he was talking about. So we got together a couple of times and that following week I ended up giving him head. My advice to you who don't believe in sex bracelets don't wear them because they do come true.
If that wasn't unsettling enough, pro-eating disorder websites are still selling solidarity bracelets - red for anorexia, purple for bulimia and black for self-injury. Any optimism I had left in me wilted away right on the spot.
\o/ This is me throwing up my arms in surrender now that there aren't any more colours to choose from. Suggestions please. Chartreuse? Burnt sienna? Puce?
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