Simplicity

I don’t understand why everything is so complicated. In my mid-Summer quest for a bathing suit I found either fancy crazy ones in dumb patterns or, well, Pilgrim style with buckles. Now, why anyone in their right mind would want a bathing suit with a metal buckle is beyond me. Surely the part about metal heating up IN THE SUN escapes many purchasers of said suit. Maybe I’m just too simple, or society and fashion are advancing far beyond my capability to keep up with Joneses (who, by the way, probably live in a house with buckles by now).

I also don’t understand complications in other aspects of life. Take food, for example. What happened to the original Oreo? The original Garden Burger? The original Cheerio?

Now everything is so complicated. Everything has variations. A peanut butter version, a Southwest bean version, a frosted version. This gives me a headache! Now I appreciate technological advances and being beyond the Stone Age just as must as any other gay, 29-year-old, guitar–playing, Polish woman in America, but really. There are some things that are better off left alone. And I believe Oreos, Garden Burgers, and Cheerios are three great examples. Do we really need yogurt frosted anything?

And why in the world would you want to buckle up your bathing suit?