A week ago I challenged you, the reader, to provide me with any combination of an everyday object, a concept, or pretty much anything you can imagine, and I promised to turn them into metaphors. You had the weekend to leave a response for me.
We’ll start off easy. Here we go:
1. Dictatorship/A clowder of purring kittens (pairing submitted by Christopher)
Dictatorship is a clowder of purring kittens: it sounded like a good idea but then you made a wrong move and it’s all tiny, razor-sharp needle-claws.
2. Transubstantiation/moldy gym socks or a snotty tissue (pairing submitted by Ian, who is determined to get me in trouble with any Catholic readers I have. This is the least offensive thing I came up with.)
Transubstantiation is accepting someone’s snotty tissue: symbolic of trust, but touching the actual product would make you cringe.
3. Beyonce/A box of Cheerios (pairing submitted by Austin, who is determined to get em in trouble with Beyonce fans, i.e. pretty much everybody.)
Beyonce is the Cheerios of modern music: objectively the best around, but never as exciting as you were promised.
4. Funding for the Arts/A paper napkin (pairing submitted by Kent.)
Funding for the arts is a single paper napkin at a restaurant: Not enough to do the job and it’s a huge production when you inevitably must ask for more.
5. High School Prom/Scientology (pairing submitted by Kent, again.)
Scientology is your High School Prom: most people recognize its not as important as they were told, but some people get really into it and never seem to let go.
6. topsoil/Millionaire bigotry (pairing submitted by Kent, who missed the memo where I said “one per person.”)
Millionaires are the topsoil of our economy: the richer the ones are mostly full of shit.
7. the 9/11 terrorist attacks/nose hair (pairing submitted by Kent, who is apparently determined to get me in trouble with the NSA. Fun fact – they make up most of my readership.)
9/11 is the nose hair of America: terrible when it first happened, but we’ve reminded ourselves of it so frequently that we just can’t work up the energy anymore.
There we go! If any of you readers are still following me, I’ll be back next week!