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what your parents don’t know
May 16, 2008It’s official. I have addicted myself to Sayonara Zetsubo Sensei, or has it addicted me? I’m drowning in its profoundly stupid portrayal of life’s irony. In episode 6 Season 2, an imposing enquiry was tossed:
“What things don’t your parents know?”
Gangs you hang out with, drugs, pregnancy, right? Nah. They already know thanks to your neighbor.
These asinine yet factual answers were given:
· Fashionable whatnots that would become passé after two weeks you bought from money you got from your parents for school items.
· The murderous intent you have towards them for being parentally parents after a bout of scolding
· Your old curtain or Christmas tree you accidentally burned
· Money you stole from their wallet
· The character you use online
· A hole, a crack, a stain you made and covered with a poster
· Loads of rice your mom packed for your school lunch that you threw away in the attempt to evade scolding. (A Tupperware of rice topped with 2 hotdogs, “how was I supposed to consume it?”)
· Side dish you threw away because you disliked them and that you bought food from the canteen or the carenderia
· The exact time you were born
Are these facts supposed to disappoint you? Again I declare ignorance. If I may add, your parents probably do not know: what www in www.crunchyroll.com means. By the way, that’s the link to this anime. Click.
Canine K9
“Life’s a bitch” I quote from jillions who mouth it on a daily basis. So common is this locution, it might as well be an axiom. If this querulous cuss is indeed true, then clarifications should be made before we lift of the taboo and embrace it as part of language. If life truly is a bitch, then may I be as to reasonably enquire, it would be rational to deduce that life is a dog; and a female canine to be specific. If life undeniably is a bitch, what breed does it belong to? Does “life” have its own breed, or does its pedigree vary, such as the case of its metaphorical object. Are we then, Poodles or German Shepherds; or are we all filthy mongrels? If life is without a doubt a bitch, then in appalling situations, am I aloud to call the world, a doghouse?
If life is undeniably a bitch, then what is “its” diet? Do we all eat dog food? Or are “life” and “us” separate entities? The answer to the latter is of primary importance, so as to distinguish our own diet from “life’s” hypothetical diet. If, say, “life” and “us” are theoretically separate, then our consumptions can be safely called “food”. That leaves us to ascertain “life’s” own nourishment. What brand does “life” prefer to chomp, Pedigree perhaps, or Alpo? Or does it prefer plain “lamaw”? Does "it" follow seasonal mating, or does it breed like humans do (anytime)? I would prefer the former.
More importantly, is life a female? Or does this display the long history of psychological connotation of the wicked relative to the female sex? I’m not sure. This blog doesn’t provide answers. But, what I’m sure about is naming my future puppy, “life”.