Titanic (obvs)

Okay before I start there is supposed to  be a no shaving policy in the shower at the Y and I am like...(wait for it)..WHY? and lo and behold... hi  diddle dee..I go in there all wide eyed and fancy free with my Gillette and  end up cutting my leg to the tune of Pulp Fiction madness.

I clearly spend a lot of my time trying to figure out what I would do in catastrophic situations, and Titanic is your alltime filibuster. But this morning for some reason Titanic was really bothering me.

Now OBVIOUSLY, Bloggy,  we should know by now that brains do not equal money.  I have very many brains and a teeny eensy bit of money (by the way DONATE).  I believe my friend, old W. Shakespeare was the same.  Uh doi, if I may.

So back to the Unsinkable. We have your Vanderbilts, your Macys. your Crofts (lots o money but maybe no brains here), and there's the Titanic plotzing away. Whatevs. After several millions of years of my own research (5 step scientific method or just me reading a book)....the fancies are dining in the big ol T with their lovely silverware and their lovely plates, and of course times were different then.  But how different really? I mean we are talking a hundred years back.  So okay, wardrobe change. Got it for sure. But what gets me is well.. a few of things.

1.  Going down with the ship.  Got it.  Loyalty.  Sounds good, but definitely make yourself useful beforehand. Like, do NOT dress up in your best threads and take a seat sipping brandy while others around you are clawing their way out of steerage. Not cool.

2. Do not be ashamed that you survived. Hello, Save a life. Then take a seat, Move on. Maybe you lived because  you were supposed to invent the cure for pneumonia or cancer or whatever our peeps were dealing with back in the day. God gave you a life. Save it, yo. For reals? Get the shotgun out of your mouth and grow a sac.

3. Defs get a little tipsy.  The ship is going down. Are you kidding me?

4. Yes I get the whole, the band played on, Cause I guess they were like, might as well.  But there might be some empty seats RIGHT BEHIND YOU, GUYS.  Drop the harpsichord, and let's live. I appreciate a dedication to the arts as much as the next person, but I am sure you have a mother or a sister or an Uncle Ron who would be happier if you survived.