Toothpaste

Oh well.

In today’s episode of arbitrary musings, we have,

What’s the deal with toothpaste tubes?

It’s a regular squeeze for half of its life time and pure battle for the rest of it.

Whoever thought…. “Let me make it more difficult than it should be.” I have an issue with this weird utility product.

For starters they are slightly over priced than the remaining of your groceries. I don’t mind that so much, however, the struggle to use it to its last bit is so real.

What do I even do? After squeezing the hell out of it, I still know there’s plenty left. My Asian instincts to not waste kick in, so I squeeze it for a few more days. And there is still more.

At the risk of sounding petty, I have often contemplated cutting it using a blade and using the remanants of it but never really got there. Would always wonder how much of it goes to waste.

So I replace it with a new tube, going through a tiny guilt trip, every time I throw the used one into the bin.

There’s clearly some unfinished business between us.

Era of flakiness

At the risk of sounding like an old grumpy grandma, I would say this: The times we are living in are extremely peripheral, with no real substance to it. I could be wrong, I would like to be wrong about this but I look around and cringe often. I’ll present in the coming days a few exhibits of the things that piss me off or push me to do a dramatic eye roll, facepalm whatever you want to call it!

Exhibit 1: Song lyrics

I was listening to this 90s Macarena song and came across a newer version called ‘Ayy Macarena’ by Tyga. The lyric goes like:

“Ayy, Macarena, Macarena, Macarena (ayy)

Put the chopper on a nigga, turn him to a sprinter (yee)

Bitches on my dick, told ’em give me one minute (one minute)

Ayy, Macarena, aight (ayy)”

Source: LyricFind

Crushing 90’s innocence much?

The new Billboard chart topper is this song called WAP that begins with.. “Whore in this house, there’s some whores in this house.”, to some thrilling beats that would make you want to dance. The rest of the song just follows suit. Excerpts:

I don’t wanna spit, I wanna gulp

I wanna gag, I wanna choke

I want you to touch that little dangly dang

That swang in the back of my throat

LyricFind

There is a Tiktok song doing the rounds called Candy by Doja Cat:

I can be your sugar when you’re fiendin’ for that sweet spot

Put me in your mouth, baby, and eat it ’til your teeth rot

I can be your cherry, apple, pecan, or your key lime

Baby I got everything and so much more than she’s got

LyricFind

There are so MANY more of these songs. I don’t say it’s inappropriate or out of line. But they sure lack taste. I don’t even know how to explain it, it’s like everything’s on the table, there is nothing more left to hide or deduce. No hidden charm to it. No such thing as innocent fun. Or naivety. And that’s where I sigh. Our world is now turned into normalising teenagers wearing skimpy clothes, doing provocative poses and prancing around to…

I’m a savage (yeah)

Classy, bougie, ratchet (yeah)

Sassy, moody, nasty (yeah)

Acting stupid, what’s happening? Bitch (what’s up?)

What’s happening? Bitch (what’s up?)

LyricFind

Some would say, Have a little fun?

To them I want to say, I do enjoy these songs and I am a part of the problem. What’s happening to the world we live in? Where are we heading?

I shall continue my rant tomorrow…