Foo Foo B.S.

Chris, my best colleague, has brought up an interesting topic that I’ve often wanted to spew about – so now’s as good a time as any!

There is a certain league of folks that are smug, condescending, arrogant and downright obnoxious who think that their words “I went to HarVARD” should be followed by my bowing and kissing their feet.  Boy, do I hate to burst a few bubbles…

First of all, I don’t kiss Ivy League boots, I don’t care who may be wearing them!  I also know that folks who go to Ivy League schools put their pants on the same way I do and no matter how much air freshener they have or how much they pay their cleaning lady, their bathroom is liable to smell just as rank as mine at times.

The ONLY thing I can think of when I look at the smug behaviors of Ivy League Graduates is a certain class of people that are so far up their own asses that they have to stay among themselves because they can’t relate to the common sense of the real world.

Yes, they may get higher paying jobs, but why shouldn’t they?  They spent hundreds of thousands on that HarVARD Education and what did they get for it, I mean REALLY get for it?  A big old certificate to hang on their wall that no one is likely to read anyway.

God Bless those folks who attend Harvard and keep a humble spirit about them – for they are few and far between. I’ve tried to walk on the foo foo side and I’m happy to report that it was one of those things I can say I tried and didn’t like.  For example – what’s with eating things like fish eggs and raw fish?  To me, that just means your NUTS and if I see you eating such garbage I’m liable to start a puke fest – give me a side of beef and baked potato any day!

I find comfort in knowing that if I want to hang out in sweats all day, that’s ok!  And if I decide to walk in Wal-Mart, I don’t have to worry about having a story cooked up about my owning stock rather than actually being there to buy a pack of socks or another pair of sweats.

Perhaps this may be profiling and again, for those who don’t throw their education in everyone’s face, I apologize.

For the remaining portion of graduates, take your certificate and wrap your arms around it, can you feel the love?  Does it make you smile?  Does it listen when you need to talk?  Does it make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside?  I hope so because the most prized certificate I have says “World’s Greatest Freak” and it makes me feel all those things and more.  I’d take my certificate up against yours any day!