Brownie points if you catch that reference.
I've been debating what to write about, as several issues of national importance have been occupying my mind, and then I thought, fuck it. I am going to write about Girl Scout cookies.
These ingenius little marketers have caught me and my cash three times in the past two weeks. (How many cookies are left? I take the Fifth.)
A couple of years ago, some self-righteous columnist in our local rag wrote about 500 words of filth, chastising the Girl Scouts for selling something as unhealthy as said cookies for a fundraiser. It's not healthy, she said, so they shouldn't do it.
Cookies aren't healthy? No way! Stop the presses! I can't believe it!
That is why, in the words of the idiots who neutered Cookie Monster, "Cookies are a sometimes food." (Hello, he is a Cookie MONSTER, you fools. But that is a debate for another time, and one I have probably had on this blog before.)
So I told the parents of the Girl Scouts who sold me the cookies that the column just made me want to go out and buy more cookies.
And so I have, every spring. Rant over. Nom nom.