Saturday, October 28, 2006
If you look closely enough, fallacies are everywhere. I just found another two, in television commercials, no less. The first one is about the air-freshener. You know, the one where the cartoon monkey mother says in her motherly voice, "Wherever they go, my rascals leave a smell..." or something like that. Uh-oh, I'm using "something like that" too often, which means I don't pay enough attention. All that TV-watching must have finally kicked me into the Attention Deficit Disorder league. Help.
In any case, there's the illustration of how the air-freshener works, then back to the house scene, where two kid skunks are playing. Interesting. Mother monkey. Kid Skunks.
They must have been adopted.
The second television commercial is the one about some washing detergent. A girl complains to her mum about a lipstick stain on her collar. Wait a minute, isn't the whole "lipstick-stain-on-the-collar" supposed a man's problem? How the hell did a lipstick stain end up on a girl's collar?
Of course there's the suggestion that another girl kissed her, hence the lipstick stain. But this is Singapore television we are talking about, so let's rule out that option. So currently the only alternate option is that the girl used her collar to wipe her mouth, assumingly after a meal. Which, if you think about it, isn't very logical either. This girl obviously grooms, since she wears lipstick and all. What kind of well-groomed girl would wipe her mouth with her collar?
There you go, another fallacy.
On a switch of topic, let's talk about chocolate. Is a SNICKERS bar supposed to sting your throat? I'm eating one now, and I haven't had one for a very long time. Whoa, chocolate for supper, can you believe it? Anyway my mum is pretty funny. She fills up the refrigerator with a lot of these chocolate bars, even though nobody eats them. My sister is afraid of piling on the pounds, my mum doesn't like caramel, and I am currently held captive by braces. But I was looking around for food and found these bars, so I thought, "Heck, I'll just eat one."
Argh, now the stupid peanuts are caught everywhere. This spells an extra-long brushing routine later.
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I'm now reading GP notes. In between, I'm being reminded of this GP seminar I attended at New Creation Church (NCC for short, but I'm not comfortable with this acronym because it brings to mind the National Cadet Corps instead). Anyway it was pretty cool, and I made some new friends, some from TJC, some from MJC.
It's amazing how you can be in the same school, same graduating batch, same hall, same lecture theatre with a certain group of people for almost two years, yet you've never known their existence. But anyway, I'm happy to have met my new MJC friends.
Back to the subject on GP, I really like gender issues. In one of the notes, there's a series of illustrations taken from a 1970 children's book. The series of captions read as:
"
Boys are pilots.
Girls are stewardesses.
Boys are presidents.
Girls are First Ladies.
Boys are doctors.
Girls are nurses.
Boys are policemen.
Girls are metermaids.
Boys can eat.
Girls can cook.
Boys build houses.
Girls keep houses.
Boys invent things.
Girls use what boys invent.
Boys fix things.
Girls need things fixed."
Goodness, I am very glad to live in the 21st century. Even such, the gender divide still exists. Yawn... I'm tired. Finally. It's now 1:35
AM. My sleep clock has shifted into from 3
AM to 11
AM, which is really bad. Sleeping at 2
AM would be a good start. Goodnight, or good morning really.
♥ The lights faded at
12:46 am
