Huffing and puffing is what my wife says I do when I accompany her on a shopping journey. Most men, myself included, see shopping as a necessary evil. You need something, a pair of shoes, a monkey wrench, paint; you go to the store where such things are sold, pick the one that suits you best, pay for it and go home to watch a game on TV
That’s not how it works for most women. They see shopping as an excursion, an opportunity to explore the morays of merchandising in all of it’s aspects. The initial objective may be similar; let’s say a new pair of shoes, but if you’re in a store that sells shoes, why not check out dresses and cosmetics and bedding and holiday gift wrapping. Not that you’re going to buy any of those things, although you might, but it’s always nice to know what’s available.
Take Me Home
That’s when I start huffing and puffing. It may be just a slight sigh or maybe a little mumble under my breath, but apparently, according to my wife, a noticeable change in attitude has occurred. I’m no longer my jovial self, the corners of my mouth begin to drupe, my eyes narrow and my shoulders slouch. It’s time to either feed me or take me home.
That’s our definition of huffing and puffing. Huffing and puffing may mean different things to different people. Remember the bellicose fox of the three little pigs fairy tale fame, who threatened to huff and puff and blow their house down. More recently, the Huffington Post can be found on the blogosphere, which draws its name from that of its proprietor, Arianna Huffington, the undisputed queen of political flipflop in the media. Remember when she was a supporter of conservative causes doing commentary from the right. How she wound up so far left in the progressive democratic camp is anyone’s guess, but it happened during the Clinton years in the White House. He had a way with some women, if you’ll recall.
At any rate, while the huffing is derived from her name and there’s quite a bit of puff to be found there, the Huffington Post bears no resemblance to my brand of huffing and puffing, which draws on years of personal training as a disgruntled contrarian with a sarcastic bent, who is rarely satisfied with things as they seem.
This new blog, therefore, will look at current events, not necessarily to huff and puff to blow any houses down, but, instead, to perhaps clear the air and maybe bring a smile to faces in the process.
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