Cold Hard Truth
An anonymous social commentator used our fridge recently and I suspect that the relative anonymity of this particular media is what encouraged such a bold statement. At least I assume it was a person actively spelling this out, as opposed to some Ouiji-like force that possesses ordinary appliances. At any rate, the searing attack on global oil giant BP came rather as a surprise to me. Usually the magnets spell out names of visiting nieces and nephews, cheery phrases such as LETS DANCE [sic] or the occasional vulgar/suggestive word, which we try to shuffle away before the next niece/nephew visit. In essence, our fridge has been a kind of analog social network and, like many social networks, has now become a political platform as well. Well, who am I to fight this onslaught of opinion? It certainly gave me something extra to think about over breakfast besides “What should I have for lunch?” or “Too bad that kid can’t spell his own name”.
