
The missives contained in Mollygood's comments sections run the gamut from funny to enlightening to choleric to unreadable, but rarely are they boring and even rarer (thankfully) are they peppered with "OMG she is hottttttttt!" or "z"s in the place of "s"s. Since the swift death of Mollygood, Bad and Poetic, the best of these bon mots have gone relatively unnoticed. The Commies will change all that. Each week, the very best will be highlighted here for greater public consumption and, of course, judgment.
The "They Don't Have Google in Canada?" Award for Biggest Hoser: Canadian
Most Incredulous, Asterisk-Wielding Commenter: BrownEyedGurl
I’m no fan, but get real. Give the girl a break.
Best Comment: LaborAtty
Btw, striking workers are hurting as well. They aren’t working, they don’t have money to pay their bills, and they can lose their homes too. But they do it to ensure they are paid what their work is worth. The blame of the burden that a strike imposes should not be placed on the writers, but on the big bosses who refuse to pay proper wages because it cuts into their profits.
Comment Most Indicative of Our Apocalyptic Zeitgeist: stopthemadness
Most Difficult to Parse: DiamondSal
Best Question: Agent Cooper
Most Incongruity Between Logic and Writing: G



I'm glad DiamondSal was recognized for that completely disjointed diabtribe. And I like G's because… "Stop being so gullable." … Did anyone actually believe the "proof" from In Touch and qualify as gullible anyway?
And thank you for my ongoing Christmas gifts. *kiss*
I have to say my most favorite comments was STM. True, I love STM but that comment was gold. And I agree with, Kitchy. DiamondSal really knows how to work the comma's. I like that in a person.
Ok translate "STM" for me.
The Commies make Monday the best day of the week.
Stopthemadness, Kitchy. Get with it.
Thank you.
stopthemadness
I'm sorry playa, but my kindness is delivered at a faster rate. Ha.
I appreciate the disparity between the writing and the logic, but that hurt on a genetic level. My ancestors, from Mitochondrial Eve forward, want a chance to slap G for doing that to a language.
Besides, G just took the point I'd made hours earlier and restated it in terrible English.
Is G code for Lindsay Lohan, by chance?
I always heard you were fast, ilnazhad.
"G" is short for "Can't spell for shit and uses the English language as his a punching bag".
…and I was grammatically incorrect in the hopes that you all recognize the irony. And I know you do, because you are all sexy bitches.
Aw shit, I'm so jealous. I'm taking the Kitchy route and celebrating my no-Commie-winning self from here on out. Huzzah!
STM's comment is hilarious. And whoever doesn't know what a Canadian tuxedo is, is lying to themselves and others.
I didn't know what it was when I first heard it, but I imagined it had something to do with flannel.
herpes IS a small price to pay for free gas, until the day that all cars run on alternative fuel, there is no gas in america, and you still got the ragin' herp.
I pretended to know what a Canadian tuxedo so Janice wouldn't break up with me.
Juju, I couldn't dump you over a tuxedo. Unless it was made of cashmere. Then it might have to be a draw.
It's when a particularly stylish Canadian individual wears denim pants and a denim jacket. Denim shirt optional.
I think I recall Britney and Justin wearing a matching pair of Canadian tuxedo's to the grammy's. I think that's when her life started to take that downward spiral.
That's usually right around where it happens. One day, you're a chic Canadian living in the city, eating sushi and reading Maclean's. The next, you're rocking a Canadian tuxedo buying smokes out of the trunk of some guy's car, and drinking 10% beer on the porch in the middle of January.
That's killing me. I had an uncle that went to Canada. He came back bitching about the price of cigarettes. Nothing about the lovely land of Canada, the people, food, history. He was really offended about the price of cigarettes. You know what's really weird, he doesn't smoke.
But once he got really drunk and stumbled into the Christmas tree and passed out. The little kids were crying but I thought it was the best Christmas ever.
What were we talking about?
Sounds like a regular old Christmas at Casa de Janice. Up by 6am, stumbling into the tree by noon. No passing out though. Touche, uncle.
Don't feel bad. He just has a lot of flain, wink. Don't tell my grandma.
Shit, flair. Actually flain is a flan with a lot of personality. Mmmmm, flan.
I don't understand why a jean jacket and pants are called a Canadian tuxedo in the United States. I just don't see a connection between jean jackets and jeans and Canada. Is this just my ignorant Canadian brain at work or does it really not make sense?
Jen,
This is a long winded answer to your question:
"While the rest of the world has adopted its use, it has not adopted denim qua denim, but denim qua American Stuff, the denim fiber representing the most elemental of essentially American molecules.
As far as American imitators go, no country competes with Canada. Quebec aside, Canada looks, sounds, sings, drives, and acts American. At least as far as clothing is concerned, nothing is more American than denim. We associate it with the inventiveness of Levi Strauss, the rugged individualism of the Old West, and the too-cool-for-schoolness of James Dean. Therefore, denim represents the standard of perfection if one is to dress American. Yet, in principle, the closer a thing comes to accurately mimicking another thing, the more fraudulent it becomes. An accurately reproduced $1 bill is more fraudulent than a $6 bill of similar quality.
Indeed, one of the pitfalls of imitation is the failure to apprehend the true nature of the thing one imitates. Often, this manifests in an over-achievement. I would argue that the reason we think of a denim-jacket-and-jeans combo as a Canadian Tuxedo lies in the suspicion that the Canadian assumes that more denim means more American. Thus the Canadian, in an attempt to out-American the American, might wear nothing but denim. Furthermore, we suspect that the Canadian confuses the essentiality of denim with its transcendence. That is, the Canadian confuses the primacy of denim in the hierarchy of Americaness with a sort of primacy of in the hierarchy of classiness. Thus, it comprises his Tuxedo" - http://spoonfreude.blogspot.co.....uxedo.html
hope it helps.
I'm kind of a visual learner myself.
http://dcist.com/2005/10/17/trendy_or_tragi.php
I know very few Canadians that have ever worn that "tuxedo" and that was in the early 90's lol. I heard from someone at my office that people up north wear that outfit quite alot though.
I'm from Toronto and I don't think i could wear the all over jeans look here without being laughed out of town.
I always thought it was more of a cowboy thing myself, but that is probably just because I have been brainwashed to think that all cowboys dress like that from movies, then again………..
I didn't string those particular thoughts together very well.
Oh well, thank you for the explanation yourmom.
Wow, yourmom, that explanation makes Canadians sound like a different species… and not saying anything about Americans, but the focus in Canada is definitely not how we can best emulate them. Also, the Canadian tuxedo is (in my experience) most predominant in Quebec, especially in small towns.
Dammit, that explanation turned a fun joke into an awkward stereotype based on false assumptions and ethnocentrism.
I still love you though, yourmom.
Thanks Janice,
I didn't mean it as my opinion on the Canadian Tuxedo, just an explaination as to why Canada? Where the jeans + jean jacket = Canada thing came from. That was the best answer I could find…
Stupid interweb.
I know! It's actually funny, it reminded me of a nature video, like:
"The mother lemur will often disguise her young amongst the tall grasses, by smearing them with moss"… but more like Canadian mothers, confusedly smearing their children with denim.
holy crap, y'all. now i have a reason to finish this pint of haagen dazs.
and holy crap, yourmom, you used qua in a sentence. twice. nicely played.
is it sad that my mother actually bought me a "canadian tuxedo" last year for christmas? she expected me to wear it to church with her… and i'm almost 30!
riiiiight, mom.