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Look what we found. Opossum Bay Beach, Opossum Bay. December 2012.

Theme Thursday again and I'm stuck for what kind of RIBBONS to wear in my hair.

Complicating this is the fact that I've had my hair cut quite short, which limits the size, scope and number of RIBBONS that will fit. I could staple them on (or use nails), but I'm reticent to do that. Thus I'm stuck with choosing one.

Initially I thought that I could happily support the Levellers' emphasis on the expansion of sovereign rights during the English Civil War, but did not want any Canadian readers to think that I was declaring my unequivocal support for pornography. Nor do I have an express desire to support the troops in Pakistan or feel any particular solidarity with Chechnya (good luck to 'em though).

I love blue, but really, blue ribbons are so passée and I couldn't think of a greater insult that have someone think that I supported either the British Tory party nor Ukranian President Viktor Yanukovych!

White? C'mon, the Woman's Christian Temperance Union?

Red? While I'm all for the proletarian revolution or World Aids Day, the drug prevention angle makes me feel decidedly uncomfortable.

Black? Anarchists. Yellow? Too closely associated with the oak-tree lobby. Gray? Pro-Confederate secession! Orange? I boycott all things David Hicks-related and to be frank I have long been uncomfortable with the key goals of the National Association for the Preservation of the Botswanan Mongoose. Purple? Religious tolerance? BAH! Pink? I love breasts, but simply cannot endorse breast cancer.

I'm struggling.

What have we got left?

Brown? BROWN! That's the ticket! Not only does it match my hair, eyes and skin tone, but it endorses George Carlin's "Eat shit motherfucker" campaign, his response to the preponderance of politically-motivated RIBBON wearing!



Hermit crab. Opossum Bay Beach, Opossum Bay. December 2012.

Comments

Mrsupole said…
Hi Kris,

Oh this one had me laughing so much. All of you always surprise me with how much you know about each weeks prompt. I really had no idea that all these colored ribbons are associated with so many different things. But I can really see you wearing a ribbons in your hair. Before reading this, I think the only two colors that I knew meant anything were: yellow and pink. What a great reference this post will make for what each color the ribbons mean. And you have one for each day of the week. I am with you in that I never wear ribbons either but I do like to use them for wrapping gifts.

Happy TT and take it easy this weekend.

God bless.
Susan said…
Laughter here too, and also another poem on the subject at http://susanspoetry.blogspot.com/2012/12/ribbon-loops-and-straight-pins.html
which is not the one I posted today!

Tom said…
ribbons aside - i have never seen a hermit crab that large.
Anonymous said…
Okay this made me giggle. I like that I thought Carlin would approve of this before you actually mentioned him yourself.
Catch My Words said…
It seems now-a-days every cause has picked up their own specially colored ribbon. I'd like to just wear them because they're pretty.


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Lady In Read said…
enjoyed the information and the photo as well.. especially the brown ribbon..:)
Kris McCracken said…
Mrsupole, I'll be frank and admit that I've never actually worn in my hair...

Susan, cheers!

Tom, it was a big one wasn't it? He was parked in an odd place to be honest, well away from where I would have expected him. Perhaps a large gull had dropped him.

Raivenne, I miss George...

Joyce, which is as good a reason as any!

Lady, brown is beautiful!
Brian Miller said…
haha the thought of you with ribbons in your hair kris are pretty interesting...smiles....cool pics of the crab though...i would not mind one that color...well maybe cooked a bit....i duuno do those little crabs taste as good as the big ones?
Kris McCracken said…
Brian, after my last haircut I shall struggle with even a teeny weeny ribbon!

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