Last Post of the Year
Normally, the last post of the year is the Annual Joeys. I created the Joeys in 2011 to present awards in categories not normally seen in the “best of” lists in newspapers and magazines. There are no monetary compensation, medals, or statues associated with the Joeys–just the pride of doing something memorable or stupid or just plain weird during the past twelve months.
However, in a year in which so much misery has occurred I think is inappropriate to hand out the Annual Joeys, though there were more medicial “buzzwords” than ever before (e.g., social distancing, superspereaders, Karens, contract tracers, disease detectives) and pro sports teams that always seem to stink worse than Tennessee outhouses during the summertime still stunk in 2020 (e.g., the Jacksonville Jagoffs, the Cincinnati Bungles, the Detroit baseball and football Kitties, the Chicago Cubs during the National League playoffs). I hope to do it soon when there will be a time of somewhat good feeling.
In the words of Queen Elizabeth II, 2020 was an annus horribilis. It was like the Beatles’ Strawberry Fields Forever–where nothing is real. However, there was too much tragedy to get hung about.
Every so often whenever I describe something salacious, I get a streak of Puritanism and say, “The less said, the better.” And that is what I feel about 2020.
Joe’s Maybe Memorable Quote of the Day
I now have 20/20 vision about 2020, and it ain’t pretty.
P.S.: So long Mary Ann from Gilligan’s Island. I miss the era in which television actresses like Mary Ann; Judy Robinson from Lost in Space; Billy Jo, Bobby Jo, and Betty Jo from Petticoat Junction (for a special touch, they took off their petticoats in a water tower at the beginning of each episode, though unless you have Superman eyes, you don’t know what they looked like without those petticoats), Ellie Mae Clampett from the Beverly Hillbillies; Mary, Joannie, and Susan Bradford from Eight Is Enough; the miniskirted teachers from Room 222; and even the Catwomen (Julie Newmar, Lee Meriwether, and Eartha Kitt) from Batman looked and acted like the girl next door rather than the girls next who live next door to Cruisin’ Chubbys (an infamous gentleman’s club in the Wisconsin Dells). Gosh, I learned lessons just watching those beautes that I didn’t get in my sex ed classes, but I as just recently wrote, the less said, the better.