Ok, let me join the stew.
Going to stir the pot and ruffle a feather or two with a poke at the listicle fever growing around this number 40 in a variety of opinion brew.
I’d love to consent and be a real sweety, tell everyone “How Wonderful” but that doesn’t need repeating. So, if you’ll bear with me and give a joker a chance you might get a laugh or feel burning anger, heck you might burst out in a dance.
- Primero I don’t like listicles, they drive me nuts. Most are filled with “Musts” and absolutes, however, I always come up with a ton of questioning “Buts?”
- And don’t start me with checklists because they’re all about the same. I can remember to pick up the damn milk at the store, no need for the written note from mommy putting me to shame.
- There will always be more than 40 things to discuss about any subject and no list will suffice, plus I’d rather write a paragraph or dance with talking mice(Cinderella cartoon ref).
- I’ll bet you think I can’t make it to 40 things but a challenge this brings.
- (I’m counting the last listing-so there!) Writing 40 things about a subject seems like an excuse to forgo writing about more serious topics yet I contradict myself and feel like a pon as this story goes on.
