It’s the Little Things

I know I should feel like saving my hate for big, real things like war, poverty, or injustice. And I guess I do. But right or wrong, it’s the little things that capture my hating attention most days.

This week it is smelly perfume and cologne ads in my favorite magazines. I like magazines, and I’m sorry that they will all go away someday soon like newspapers are. But in the meantime, I should be able to read them without getting a runny nose and watery eyes from the putrid aromas Calvin Klein foists upon me.

The week before that, it was athletes who make a routine play and then look and point heavenward, as if God didn’t have anything better to do than watch a game and get his shorts all in a knot about shoving a guy out of bounds.