I’m not a big fan of clichés, but I suppose they must be at least somewhat true; otherwise, they wouldn’t have become clichés. But then again, maybe that’s not entirely true. I offer the following three examples:
- It takes one to know one.
No it doesn’t. I don’t have to be a rude, ignorant, oblivious zombie to know that the person who didn’t know how to utter the difficult three-syllable phrase “Excuse me” at Candle Cafe the other day as she pressed her three-foot-wide ass in the six-inch gap between my table and hers was, indeed, a rude, ignorant, oblivious zombie. It was quite possible for me to make that observation without being the beast that she was.
- Don’t knock it ’til you try it.
I can knock suicide bombing without actually going through with it myself. (Oh look, she’s so topical!) (And here you all thought I was lost in my own special sort of oblivion, didn’t you.)
- You never know unless you try.
If you’ve ever seen the end of Pink Flamingos, you’ll know that this is a bunch of bullshit. Or dog shit.