After commenting on a friend's facebook status, Keli, you know her, she does the blonde blog with me, she pointed out that some people might not understand I was being sarcastic when I said something about locking my children in a closet.
Keli understood my humor, but suggested I add a little parenthetical *wink wink* or "Just kidding! You know I wouldn't do that. :)"
I think the more appropriate action would be to clarify when I'm not being sarcastic. Facetiousness: I love it. I live it, breathe it, eat it, and bathe in it. I can't get enough of it. “Really” and “Seriously” will now be my non-facetious indicators. Here are some examples:
Frank Ferri is a satirical god. Seriously.
Frank Ferri is the funniest man alive. Really.
See how that works?
Here’s a good example of my sarcasm:
I want to make out with Frank Ferri.
Now, I really think that this should go without saying, but I’ll say it anyway. I really don’t want to make out with Frank Ferri. Outside of his published work I have no idea who he is. He could be serving 10-15 up at Attaca. He could be a farmer with 8 children and a little misses expecting a lovely number 9. He could have horrible bad breath. He could have lovely spearmint flavored breath. He could be a preacher, porn star, cross dresser, I don’t know. The point is, try to use some common sense as to whether or not a happily married mother of 3 would want to make out with Frank Ferri or not. Please.
- Sarcasm is not a defense mechanism. It's a state of mind.