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Irony

I've never much cared for the Alanis Morissette's "Ironic" song. Actually, I like the song as long as I don't listen to the lyrics. Maybe it's ironic that in a song about irony, there's actually nothing mentioned that is, in fact, ironic.

So I've been planning to critique each line, one at a time. But with a simple google search I was able to save myself a lot of time by finding someone else who took on that challenge already. I guess I'm not the only one that has a problem with the song.

So here is what some other guy came up with to make each of the lines ironic:

An old man turned ninety-eight. He won the lottery and died the next day... of chronic emphysema from inhalation of the latex particles scratched off decades' worth of lottery tickets.

A black fly in your Chardonnay... poured to celebrate the successful fumigation of your recently purchased vineyard in southern France.

A death row pardon two minutes too late... because the governor was too busy watching Dead Man Walking to grant clemency any earlier.

Rain on your wedding day... to Ra, the Egyptian sun-god.

A free ride when you've already paid... all of your money to the good-natured cab driver when you mistook him for a mugger.

The good advice that you just didn't take... after reading Norman Vincent Peale's The Power of Positive Thinking and resolving that the key to success is making your own decisions.

Mr. Play-it-Safe was afraid to fly. He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids goodbye. He waited his whole damn life to take that flight. And as the plane crashed down, he thought, Well isn't this nice... now I'll never make it to the National Association of Aviophobics conference in Reno, NV.

A traffic jam when you're already late... to receive an award from the Municipal Planning Board for reducing the city's automobile congestion 80 percent.

A no-smoking sign on your cigarette break... at the R.J. Reynolds Tobacco corporate offices in Winston-Salem, North Carolina.

Ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife... with which to kill your spouse for sleeping with the young soup chef who works at the Au Bon Pain.

Meeting the man of my dreams and then meeting his beautiful wife... who happens to be the psychiatrist I recently hired in hopes of improving my luck with the opposite sex.

4 comments:

katie said...

Annie.....i'm worried about your husband!

Annie said...

me too...thanks!

Elsie said...

That's the best explanation of irony I've ever seen - thanks for sharing.

Misty Moncur said...

The irony about irony is most people don't expect it to mean what it actually means.