We think Mermaids might be commuting to work by bicycle.
This one, however, seemed abandoned.
No comment.
Still unproven...
This Vietnamese man advertises "Bicycle rides for fish" by the harbour. He is unable to keep up with demand and is now employing seventeen more riders.
This slogan alters the phrase, and thus suggests that a bicycle, non-sentient, has no knowledge of fish, and no need of fish, then a man would have no knowledge or need of a woman. Note the capitalisation of woman, the lower-case man, note how the t-shirt maker, and perhaps wearer fail to understand subject and predicate. The slogan on this shirt might be more aptly worn by a gay male, though even then it would denote enormous ignorance of how much his world is formed by women, and the bigger, much bigger, undeniable truth that no man, no matter how gay, no matter how much he rejects women, has come into this world other than by being formed, carried, gestated, within a woman. it's undeniable. The slogan writer and t-shirt wearer need to sit in a darkened room and think that one through.
No fish will rub your back, no bicycle will bring you hot buttered toast in bed..
Older fish may recall Penny-Farthing bicycles.
Brrr.
Images of mermaids on bicycles are few. Photographs are rarer still.
That might be because they have cars.
As usual I find it hard to follow your train of thought, but I think I have it:
ReplyDelete"No bicycle fish will rub your bed with hot-buttered toast?"
Very mystical to contemplate.
What do I win?
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Might as well comment on the proper post also, since I am here anyway.
Try again. If not fish, who will? And is it desirable to have a bedful of greasy crumbs?
ReplyDeleteIf not, why might we tolerate it?
Does a woman need a man? Does a fish need a bicycle? Does a woman need a fish? Does she need a bicycle? and the man - what's he doing in the midst of this debate ???
ReplyDeleteMyself, I think the word 'need' should be struck and the word 'want' be inserted. Does a woman want a man ... ooo la la. Well, under ideal circumstances, when the tides are right, and the moon is full, I say YES! YES! And boy did I WANT that shiny red bicycle. I wanted it so much, I NEEDED IT! On my sixth birthday it appeared on my back porch. Then dad took me to a nearby grassy hill. Up and down. Up and down. Up and down. Balance wobbly, steering ok. Down. Bruises, scraped knees. Balance good but the darn wheel turns left. Down again. By the end of the day I didn't want OR need that shiny red bicycle.
But ohhhhh, the moment when balance, steering, the tides and moon, all aligned correctly and I FLOWED down the hill ..... sublime. I think loving a man is a lot like trying to ride a bike. With a fishtail no less ....;)
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Yes, Red, I think that might be it. Awesome when you get your balance, isn't it?
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