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By Mark Peters
If I had a lemon for every time I heard “When life hands you lemons, make lemonade,” I’d have enough lemons to open a lemons-only Wal-Mart. If I had another lemon for every time I heard a variation like, “When life hands you lemons, run straight home and hide them because the apocalypse is upon us and soon everyone will want them,” I’d have an absolute monopoly on the lemon market, fulfilling my boyhood dreams.
This expression and its variations are everywhere, nowhere more so than on Twitter, the richest source of jokes and un-self-conscious language use we have at the moment. For the month of April, I collected the many mutations of this idiom to look for patterns among the proverbs. Thousands of lemon-y tweets prove this isn’t just a cliché or a snowclone: lemon-ology consists of clichés within clichés, snowclones within snowclones—and every once in awhile, a burst of originality. Here’s a look at the lemon landscape.
First, some lemon history. In Fred Shapiro’s wonderful Yale Book of Quotations, he spots the first example of “If life hands you lemons, make lemonade” on Oct. 4, 1972 in the Dallas Morning News. But he finds this line in 1917: “If life hands you a lemon adjust your rose colored glasses and start to selling pink lemonade.” Sure enough, the Oxford English Dictionary shows handing someone a lemon has meant “to pass off a sub-standard article as good; to swindle (a person), to do (someone) down” since at least 1906.
Over a hundred years later, one of the most common forms of lemon subversion basically says, “Screw lemonade. How about some booze?” The alcohol-related suggestions all involve using the lemons in some kind of drink, like so: “When life hands you lemons find some vodka and make margaritas!” Hundreds of tweets are almost identical, though the booze-soaked suggestions do get a little more creative: “When life hands you lemons, have a tequila shot…errr crap, can’t for a week, darn antibiotics!”
Other distortions use the lemon juice not as an alcohol-enhancer but as a potential torture device, as in “If life hands you lemons, find an annoying guy with paper-cuts and make it worthwhile.” Here’s a more self-serving, self-abusing approach: “When life hands you lemons, squirt one in your eye and go on disability. Then sue the guy that grew them. He’s got insurance for that!” And here’s one for the S&M crowd: “When life hands me lemons, I put on my leathers and squeeze the juice into the eyes of the man hogtied & ballgagged in my closet.”
Violent variations go far beyond the painful properties of lemon juice. Various tweeters say you should take the lemons and “throw them at hobos,” “hurl them at a random CEO,” “freeze them so they can knock people unconscious,” “open a lemon aide stand and use the proceeds to buy an assault rifle,” “put them in a tube sock and beat a hipster over the head with it,” “whip them at those dumb jerk kids who set up lemonade stands to show them how you feel about their price gouging,” or “shove them down the bastard’s throat and laugh maniacally as he chokes to death.” I kinda like the bluntness h
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I've been a runner (slow, but still) for 30 years. (Full disclosure: yes, I am old.) I like to think of myself as a person who doesn't get too many injuries, although over the last 5 years, this has been a harder fiction to maintain. Sprained ankle, plantar fascitiis, iliotibial band issues, etc. I'm fine now, but I want to stay that way.
So I checked out a DVD from the library on Chirunning. Despite it's new-agey type name, it about your form, not your spirit. Landing with a mid-sole foot fall rather than a heel strike, arms at a 90 degree angle, relaxed leg muscles, toes pointing straight ahead, etc.
One major component is posture. I've been a slumper since childhood, so this is a challenge for me. In the DVD, they showed this guy putting one palm on his belly, the other on his chest, then sticking up his index finger and resting his chin on the tip. Everything is supposed to line up. Sure. Fine. I can do that. But the DVD emphasized that you should be able to look down and see your shoelaces. I can't unless I lean way back.
So I was standing outside, having finished my run, and eyeing my posture in our big dining room window, which was acting like a mirror. I looked like I was standing straight, but I still couldn't see my damn laces. And then it hit me. "Boobs! It's because I have boobs!" I said loudly, mashing them to my chest with my palms.
At which point I realized a man was walking his dog past our house and giving me a really strange look. I have no idea what he was thinking.
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Seriously? Kill me now. There are almost no words to describe how annoyed I am by this whole meaningless kerfuffle. And so many others have done such a good job talking about tempest-in-a-teapot it all is (thank you, Fuse #8, for this roundup). I mean, first of all, how is "scrotum" hurting anyone? It's a dog's scrotum, by the way, not even a human scrotum, and even if it were a human scrotum, how, exactly, is that bad? Half of the human race has a scrotum. The other half has boobs. Big. Deal. This pearl-clutching silliness (and make no mistake, that is exactly how this situation makes us look, like a bunch of prudish, "well, I never!"-ing schoolmarms circa 1912) is the diametric opposite of the kind of publicity we need. But there's room to be irritated at the usually admirable NY Times, too. What, was it too hard to pick up the phone and call one of the well-informed people at ALSC? Too inconvenient to quote Frederick Muller accurately? If you'll excuse me, I'm off to order a Neighborhoodie with "Scrotum & Boobies" on it. If you say it enough times, it sounds like an old-fashioned English dessert.
Your hoodie idea is the best thing to come out of this whole debacle. I'd totally wear one.
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lbsblog -- haaaaaaaaaaaaah! Love your acrostic. I think that might be even better than my proposed "Scrotum and Boobies" neighborhoodie. Which of course, I now am obligated to buy. I think I'll go the t-shirt route this time -- the actual hoodies are pretty pricey.
AMEN sistah! I feel that after this whole thing I need to get out my pearls and buy some sensible shoes, somehow I I have been made to feel that I am not a real school librarian if I am wearing my red cowboy boots!
and kerfuffle - LOVE IT!
OK--here is what I find horribly shocking coming from the NY Times:
"But in the world of children’s books, winning a Newbery is the rough equivalent of being selected as an Oprah’s Book Club title."
You have GOT to be kidding me! Sure, because Oprah alone has all the book choosing qualifications of a slew of Newbery Committee members....
From our British Bed 'n' Breakfast's menu:
Spotted Dick
Bangers and Mash
Mushy Peas
Scrotumandboobies
Man that sounds good!
Sophie, I didn't get a chance to check this out earlier, but let me just say YOU ROCK! Clearly, we all need to be saying scrotum a lot more often. Keep up the great work.
Kristen
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