Bumper Stickers: Funny, Controversial, and Just Plain Stupid

Do you love or hate bumper stickers (and magnets/decals)? Some people see them as obnoxious because the person using them had the arrogance to state his opinions on his vehicle. Car enthusiasts hate them because they ruin the car. And some lame people, like me, love them because they give me something to look at while commuting.

There were a ton of stickers on my old car, and it was fun to gauge people’s reactions. I got a lot of “thumbs up,” but I also got some rude people, and I don’t think it was my imagination, but tailgaters seemed more vicious when I had my old car. I don’t think I’ll put any stickers on my new car until it’s at least 10 years old… or maybe I won’t put any on at all.

On the other hand, my husband’s car (same age as mine) is absolutely plastered with stickers, and they are all related to Catholicism. One time, someone passed us and held up his rosary in solidarity. Another time, someone waited for my husband outside a store and cursed him out. (Something to the tune of “How dare you support those pedophile priests?!?” but much more rude.)

Are bumper stickers foolish? Probably just as foolish as vanity plates, because they are attention getting, but in the best case, they could lead to interesting conversations or even friendships. In the days before social media, bumper stickers were a good way to share your opinions and beliefs with the world, but now, most people probably just consider them tacky.

My favorite sticker? A hard choice, but I pick this one. There’s another I like with “0.0” and below that, in smaller letters, it says, “I don’t run.” I guess it’s making fun of people who have those 26.2 and 13.1 stickers bragging to the world that they can run insanely long distances and are much healthier than the rest of us.

My least favorite sticker? This one, followed by the one that shows a curvy girl’s silhouette. They’re like those metal bull balls that some people put on their truck’s hitch: just plain stupid.

Thursday Three #45

  1. If you want to read something extremely creepy, I would recommend Josh Malerman’s novel Inspection. It’s like a mix of The Giver and Never Let Me Go, but darker than both of those combined. I would go so far as to say that it reminds me of something Dean Koontz or Stephen King would write… and that’s a compliment. The premise: What happens when two crazy scientists decide to conduct an experiment to determine whether genius really is distracted by the opposite sex?
  2. Having a child has given me incentive to write, which doesn’t make sense. I thought that once I had the baby, I would be tired 24/7 and never feel like doing anything. The opposite is true. It’s almost like I finally realized my own mortality and that I had better accomplish what I want to before I’m dead. What a strange feeling.
  3. Notre Dame. It is a shame that the cathedral burned, and is probably symbolic of the decline of Western civilization, but as with most news events, there is nothing that most people, as individuals, can do about it. We can pray, and that’s basically it. Freaking out is not going to solve anything. If you want to slow the decline of Western civilization, work on your own life and your own mentality first.

Joyful, Odd Course of Events

The reason I’ve been MIA lately is because my son was born on January 5, which was two weeks before his due date. I’m actually glad he arrived early because he weighed 7 pounds and 14 ounces at birth and was 21.5 inches long. Had he waited till his due date, he most likely would have been 9 pounds or more… and I don’t think my body could’ve handled it. I’m not sharing his name here for privacy reasons, but everyone says it’s a nice manly name. 🙂

They say labor pain is the worst pain ever. Now that I have actually given birth, I am allowed to have an opinion on that, but I don’t know if I agree. It was a pretty awful pain, but it is an “organized” pain, if that makes sense. The simple fact that the pain had a purpose made it easier to get through. The weirdest part about it was sleeping between contractions and actually having dreams.

They also say that a child is a source of joy. My child was born with a disease of the intestine that was not foreseen before birth, so we were in and out of the hospital for all of January until today. To make a very long story short, the baby needs to have a colostomy bag until he is 6 months old, at which point he’ll have surgery to fix his large intestine. After that, he will be like any other kid. All of this did not diminish my joy in the knowledge that my son is actually here, that he exists, and that he is a charming little soul. But hospital stays are depressing even without the postpartum hormones, so I can’t say that the entire experience was joyful.

So that was the past month in a nutshell. What an odd course of events. If I were to imagine in 2009 what my life would look like in 2019, I certainly wouldn’t have imagined it like this (in a good way).