Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Lets give credit where credit is due

The other day while strolling through the mall with my daughter, I saw a teenage girl that was wearing a t-shirt that said Porn Star on it.  It may have been a 30 year old woman but these days you really can't tell the damn difference.  I think it's time to stop worrying about gluten in our food and start thinking about whatever the hell is making 11-13 year old girls look like Dolly Parton.  Anyway, I wondered what made the Porn Star such a coveted role in our downward spiraled society?  I always envied the cameraman!  Think about it. You show up, not even showered, probably didn't comb your hair, no pressure to perform and without him, it's anyones ballgame. What makes porn? The difference between everyday loving and porn is....the camera!  Another example, every time someone buys a new home what is the first thing you say?  It's soooo beautiful!!!  OMG, this is nice!!!  Nobody runs to Home Depot to thank the dirty stinky mexican in the 1980's Journey T-shirt or the other 17 guys crammed into the single cab pickup truck with the water cooler strapped to the side of it to thank them for building beautiful homes.  The buyer gets all the credit.  What does the builder get besides a 24 oz. beer in a brown paper bag at the end of the day? Not a damn thing.  Everyone loves teachers, right?  I give them all the credit they deserve and more.  I think that they deserve a hell of a lot more pay than they get and would earn every penny of it.  What about the bus drivers?  Who the hell gives them an appreciation day for waking up early as hell every morning to hop in a submarine sized, piece of shit to haul a bunch of sleepy eyed pissed off little bastards who don't want to go to school in the first place?  What do they get?  A big ass mirror above their drivers seat that serves a constant reminder of who rules their lives.  No hazard pay, no non road rage incentives, no dealing with asshole parents who's kids do no wrong checks.  All they get is a picture in the back of the yearbook next to the ad with the local restaurant thats gonna close by next semester.  I'm done ranting, all I ask is that the next time you praise someone, dig a little deeper and go behind the scenes of who REALLY makes it happen.  The guy who puts the piece of bacon in the pork in beans at the factory would really appreciate it.