Seriously, kids, this is what I recently read on the side of my toothpaste:
For best results, squeeze from the bottom of the tube and flatten as you go.
A few thoughts on this:
Someone earned a handsome wage for conceiving of/overseeing/commissioning/writing and editing that sentence.
As opposed to? The sides? The top?
Who, truly among us, does not know how to squeeze a freaking tube of toothpaste?
But then I thought some more…Wouldn’t it be awesome if life came with similarly clear and gently helpful instructions?
I began imagining a stream of them that might well have given me so much better results, had I only heard them in time…
For best results:
— That cute boyfriend who speaks Russian, with the alluringly thick mustache? Not a great choice. Although extremely skilled on the horizontal, he’s actually gay.
— That other cute boyfriend, the soulful one who became a photographer, ditto.
— When you decide to describe someone, (entirely accurately), as “a total bitch”, best to recall that your new friend has been friends with her since childhood.
— If, as you start to walk down the aisle to get married, and your final whisper to your maid of honor is “Just be my friend if this doesn’t work out”, perhaps the wiser choice is to turn around and head for the bar instead. Say, in Bolivia.
— Before taking that cool new job in another province, the one (guess!) with insane-o tax rates, best to call an accountant there to see how much of that raise you’ll actually get to keep. Before you rent an expensive apartment and up-end your entire life.
— If you’re marrying someone who makes you a little nervous, spend a few bucks on a divorce attorney to see what you’d get if he bails. Nothing, you say? Pre-nup, stat!
— Small-town life looks so alluring: flannel, boots, long walks with the dog. Complete lack of friends/family/income/sources of income? Not so much.
— If it looks like a liar, sounds like a liar yet is utterly charming, stay with your first impression. A private detective is a wonderful thing, but not someone you want on speed-dial.
— If your boss routinely stands thisclose and shouts abuse at you, that anemic fuck-you fund, if fatter, would allow you to quit with dignity, not pop another Xanax to keep the bills paid.
What words of advice, if heard ahead of time, might have saved you some excess drama?