'Y' is for Yellow Ribbon
Think about all those ribbon magnets you see gracing the backs of cars, right beneath the "My Kid Beats Up Your Kid the Honors Student" ones.
|"Coprophlia, coprophilia... |
Penwasser doth protest too much, methinks."
NOTE: This is the second time I've mentioned "coprophilia" for the A-Z Challenge. That has to be a record. If you haven't already, Google "coprophilia" to see how funny that line was. And how much I need professional psychiatric attention.
None of this is meant to denigrate any of the worthy causes for which those ribbons champion (well, except maybe the brown one. Which doesn't exist. I hope.).
No, I'd just like to explain where the practice of affixing ribbons to trees, the outside of your house, your trunk/boot (you're welcome, UK and Canada), the elderly, etc., came from. While you may think I'm making this up (after reading Penwasser Place, who could really blame you?), I swear this is true. Mostly.
It was 1979 and, while everyone was dancing to that disco beat,
|"No..what? Who, me? |
Seriously, I wasn't there!
Death to America!"
|"Well, that whole desert rescue |
thing didn't turn out so well.
We may as well give
those ribbons a try."
All during the "Hostage Crisis," we felt powerless ourselves and sought a way to show that we really meant business. Well, without actually putting ourselves in danger, you know. We had to go see Saturday Night Fever, after all.
So, taking inspiration from a Tony Orlando and Dawn song (NOTE: Did you click on that link above? Couldn't blame you if you didn't. It's the A-Z Challenge, you know, and we have to keep moving) about tying yellow ribbons around trees until a convict came home, we all went into yellow ribbon fever. These things popped up everywhere and even hung around long after the hostages were freed.
Seeing the success of the yellow ribbons to trumpet a cause, we then took it upon ourselves to seize all the other colors. To the extent now that, 34 years later, multi-colored ribbons are ubiquitous.
Except that brown one.
|Whaddya know, it does exist. |
Oh, that's an unfortunate choice of words.
Where Are they Now?
|Hey, they may not put out records anymore. |
But, they sure can cut grease.
Which is more than that fat-ass, Tony, can claim.