Since I get to make up the rules this month, I’ve decided that today is National Flogic Day. In fact, today is National Flogic Day, Part I, because I’ve decided that here at Casa Concateknit we’ll be celebrating Thursdays are for National Flogic Day all month.
That being said, you probably want to know what the hell “flogic” is…
Some Background:
Back when I was a vegetarian in good standing (I’ve had a hot dog and pepperoni since, so I’ve fallen hard and fast) I would get meat guilt. Meat guilt is the guilt I feel when I ask a friend of mine what she plans to make for dinner, and she responds with something like “Oh, I could defrost some steaks, or there’s some chicken in the refrigerator” and I start feeling like a complete loser because there are no steaks in my freezer to be defrosted to feed to my family. I end up feeling very guilty about being a vegetarian and have to stop myself from running out to the grocery store and buying a bunch of meat I know nothing about and have no idea how to prepare.
A Story:
My meat guilt drives me to demand periodically that Mike and I go to restaurants that serve virtually no vegetables, and one day, I insisted that we go to Woodman’s the following weekend so that Mike could have chowder, fried clams, and whatever other kind of fried seafood he was interested in that would help assuage my meat guilt. Mike, being the concerned boyfriend that he is, asked me what I would have to eat. I never even hesitated when I said I’d eat fried zucchini. Remember Mike’s “What Are You Doing?” face? That was the look that he gave me as he asked why I would possibly think that Woodman’s would have fried zucchini. I said “It just makes sense” and he said “To Whom?” At work the next day, I asked my friend Jess what kind of vegetarian items Woodman’s had (I realize that even the fried zucchini isn’t really vegetarian) and she responded, just as quickly as I did “fried zucchini”. You can imagine how excited I was to tell Mike.
We went to Woodman’s the following weekend, and I, feeling vindicated, marched up to the counter to order only to find…no fried zucchini.
The Point:
Mike christened the logic that brought me to the conclusion that Woodman’s would have fried zucchini “flogic”, which means “female logic” and don’t ever let him tell you it means anything else (he told a female co-worker that it meant “flawed logic” because he didn’t want to get in trouble). The most integral factor in determining whether or not something is flogic is a certainty that you are absolutely right, even when common sense tells everyone else around you that well, you aren’t.
So – when’s the last time you used flogic?
I have to thank you guys for your hilarious comments today and always. You guys rock!
In other news:
I got tagged!
Michelle, of The Orange Yarn, Please, and Maryse, of bag 'n' trash, tagged me to do the neat music meme that has been making its way around the blog scene (I feel v. cool, I tell ya’).
1) Total amount of music files on your computer:
A lot. Add a zero to however many GBs you think is reasonable.
2) The last CD you bought:
Damien Rice, “O”
3) What is the last song you listened to before reading this message?
Black is the color of my true love’s hair – Nina Simone
4) Write down 5 songs you often listen to or that mean a lot to you:
I See A Darkness – Bonnie Prince Billy. I was introduced to Will Oldham with this song by someone that I was very close to for a too-short period of time.
In the Dark – Nina Simone. Just listen to it. You’ll understand.
Goodnight Lover – Songs:Ohia. It reminds me of the end of my marriage
Love and Work – Songs:Ohia. It reminds me of the beginning of my relationship with Mike.
Hey Jupiter – Tori Amos. Tori Amos reminds me of my friend Amanda, and I’ve always really identified with this song.
5) What 3 people are you going to pass the baton to and why?
Wendy, because I know she’ll surprise me.
Jackie, because she makes really good mix cds.
Nancy, because she’s just cool like that.
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