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Spent the morning putting out the BOBOB's Magazines.. Let's see there's People, US, Star, Vanity Fair, GQ, Glamour, Vogue, Newweek, the Atlantic, SI, Time, U.S. World Report, and for the Royality watchers Majesty Magazine. Those are the Major ones, all the rest are just as bad. I will admit it, I am guilty & just as bad about looking at the headlines & peaking into the magazines while I am putting them out to see what the newest rumors are.  It just reminds me that things can always be worse... I guess...      

I love the 'overheard at the trough dining' gossip....and how come yesterday nobody mentioned Dim Sum?...I do think socialization is important, but the bench mark of celebritrash leaves a lot to be desired...and then suddenly it is 'coin of the realm' viral,   "Don't taze me bro".....

Good morning RINGS & RY...........................
 
RINGS.................I am a magazine addict...............my VOGUE came ealier in the week & I did NOT take the plastic wrap off because I did not have time to read it during th week. But late Saturday afternoon when I get back from town.......................VOGUE & a nap!
 
RY.......................dim sum is soooooooooooooooo good.............now I am very hungry...............
 
I moved into a straight self contained classroom room 3 weeks ago after being in inclusion (that means being in the regular classrooom w/ my special needs kids, but because of an out of control child, they put her w/ me alone. )She nailed me w/ a chair the other day. Ouch!
Now that you are saying, "What is the point you rambling woman?" The woman whose class I was w/ was the HUGEST gossip.........................just anyone, everyone..........................people like that are so dangrous............................and usually dumb as a box of rocks........................she's angry ALL the time...................it seems to be exhausting to take care of everyone else's business!
 
That being said, gossip can be fun, w/ the right person..............................GREAT Friday all!

Last time I was in my doctors waiting room, I rummaged through the pile of gossip/fashion/house beautiful magazines and result! A copy of Der Spiegel. So I spent my waiting time trying to decipher the gossip in German - at least a brain challenge.
What is gossip? There has to be a difference between "Politican embezzeled a million dollars from the taxpayer" and "Politician is in a sexual relationship with his secretary who has enormous boobies" The former would engage my interest, the latter, not.

Every day is National Gossip Day.

I know when someone says don't tell anyone it's gonna be good. Since I've already done most everything or been accused of it casting stones or being shocked is not as likely a response from me as a guffaw or a hmmmm. Gossipers don't like their news to be taken seriously. I am likely to spread it in a highly embellished form creating bigger than life characters as I hope the gossip about me characterizes me; a lovable flawed rogue with a set of "baggage". Without a few "soup sandwiches" in life it can be a little boring. But get hurtful especially about someone's kiddos and it's open an XL can of whoop ass time. Off limits.

Correction- "to not be taken seriously" Fingers faster than brain.

There's "good gossip" and "bad gossip." Catty remarks that are personal attacks designed not to share relevant information but to hurt someone & inflate the aggrandized self-importance of the author are bad. Other gossip may become a clever way to share information that is promotional of a legitimate purpose. "Nick Clooney may be in attendance @ the Asparagus Festival in Mays Lick, Kentucky" is an example of good gossup. The rumor may or may not take place, but either way it promotes a fun day in a pastoral setting. That's my story, furthermore I'm sticking to it.....

@ bert~ I have never undersotod this. I don't know or care who Nick Clooey is and how or why does attending an event where he is present make you a better or more interesting person? Gossip is a 'so what?' area for me.

Bert - that is so true. Sometimes gossip is fun, but some is terribly painful and not true. We need a "snopes" for our everyday gossip. As for People magazine and the ilk.....who cares? My husband has the best gossip (he's a lawyer) but so honorable he tells nothing. It may be easier to pry it out of a priest. I only hear of stuff when the party to whom it applies tells me. Which would be rarely, drat!

A 3 inch tongue can destroy a 6 foot man!  Sometimes a good thing to remember.

I'm nosey and enjoy "good" gossip. I have a colleague who is quite the name dropper and he usually has some juicy gossip about someone. It's not malicious and usually quite interesting. I guess it all revolves around good story telling, which is really what gossip is. So I hear about how much Michael Jordon used to lose while golfing at his boss' golf club or about how nice the pro football player's wife was who he met at the airport. Stuff like that.  

CLINGING TO SOME OTHER RAINBOW
WHILE WE'RE STANDING IN THE COLD
TELLING US THE SAME OLD STORY
KNOWING TIME IS GROWING OLD ...                         alturas in the morning sun

Growing up there were 3 verbotens (actually among many but The Big 3)--no comic books, no movie magazines and no chewing gum. Never did hanker for more than the Sunday comics, don't chew gum but oh! the magazines I have throw money out the window on----I remember the first issue of People magazine was 35 cents and had Mia Farrow on the cover. People, Us and Star were weekly indulgences and when my kids were growing up the issues would get passed around and we would write notes to each other and make editorial comments (some hilarious). Star cleaned up its act and I dropped that first because it became identical to Us. There were certain stories I never even glanced at (people I had no interest in like Burt Reynolds and MIchael Jackson). I knew from kind of working in the "business" that most of the stories were 99% crapola, but it was fun. Now I am amazed at myself about such a habit as I sometimes do not even know who one person on the cover is and I finally stopped even looking at them in the grocery line. My son still comes home and looks around and says "Mom--I need something for the bathroom..." and can't believe none of what we called "the mags" are around.

As far as gossip in the real world goes I know I have told the story of the horrible gossip my Senior Year in boarding school and its life long impact on the entire class, so I have always kept an ear open and tried to nip things in the bud when possible. But at work, school, wherever 2 people meet it is almost impossible to chat without some form of gossip popping up. It can be fun and harmless. Its the people like BEBE's co-worker and the troublemakers that have to be guarded against. It can be one of the most evil forms of bullying. Although I have to say that I heard that Ivan is really Mr. P. KIDDING!!!!!

Never say anything behind someone's back that you wouldn't say to their front. 
 
If you are just as comfortable discussing a subject to the person it involves as you are to people who aren't involved or are involved obliquely, then it is merely communication and not gossip.
 
My advice?  Say it in the open or not at all.  Whispering in corners doesn't change anything or do anyone any good.

just be glad that pets can't gossip, or use the phone and/or interwebs....imagine the stories they could tell; "she has dust bunnies under the bed the size of my favorite red ball-ie"...."I was curled up in the laundry hamper and I rolled over onto some skivvies that made me soooo...."  well, you can imagine.....good thing they can't gossip...

"See no evil. Hear no evil. Speak no evil."

Perish the thought of my cat mastering the art of using the qwerty keyboard. I forget that I do not live alone - the cat is watching. Not to mention the ominous ceramic plate with a big eye in the middle and the words "Thou, God, seest me" writ round the edge. It was hung on the dining room wall and certainly put you off your food if you had a guilty concience.
lotlot~ that's the saying I was trying to remember! The three wise monkeys. My parents had a set of them carved in ebony and I loved them.

Mom was right. Wear clean underwear, carry a hanky, nails clean and clipped and use your Qtips, you just never know when someone might take a close up, Sport.

TT~ that clean underwear thing does not make sense- - it was always explained thus : "What if you're in an accident and have to be hospitalized?"   I know my clean 'unders' wouldn't be if I was in an accident

RY- Ha! You are correctomundo sir! Whatever put you there (rogue elephant for instance) would it would stand to reason have also scared the living crap out of you. Therefore yikes stripes. Isn't pretzel logic grand? I loved that Fleetwood Mac album Rumours...a form of gossip?

Maybe that's another reason why we love our four-legged friends so much. We can tell them anything and we know it won't go any further.  Except for that dog on the baked beans commercial. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y1aIdaWE9Is ; (ps, this is not the real commercial, but the dog makes a cameo)

speaking of dogs, today, the 4th friday in April, is ArborDay.....do your trees need watering?

TOMMYTYPICAL and RY, I suspect parents and grandparents told us the same rules, mine identical to yours: "Be sure you have on pretty panties in case you're in an accident." What??
 
HAZEL, I too grew up with three carved monkeys, though ours were not ivory; I was reminded regularly, "See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil." Not that it 'took': I expect I'm guilty as the next person of gossiping. ("Doubt," starring Meryl Streep and Philip Seymour Hoffman, is excellent on many levels, but gossip -- well, I won't spoil it for you.) 
 
Did someone say IVAN is really Mr. P?  Know I heard it somewhere....
 
Let's see how long it takes for that to circle 'round. Ever play a game, as a child, called "Gossip"?  First child in the circle whispers something to the next, and so on, 'til it comes full circle: The last 'news' bears little if any resemblance to its beginning. 
 
We've all seen people hurt (CHEFDEB, I can't forget your boarding-school tale), we know better, but if our essay is a measure, we can't help ourselves: It's human nature, which itself comes full circle and negates our responsibility.  Or does it? 
People's manipulating the judicial system to their own ends scares me: When, if ever, does 'responsibility for my actions' stop?
 
Oh, dear, now I've done it: Gone OFF TOPIC. You know how one thing leads to another...and another...and another.  Back ON, for a moment: Thanks, Genial Host, for the peek into (the 'teen magazine) a culture so foreign I scarcely recognize it; I don't have to say "My children are grown, flown," I guess. 
 
A good friend reminds, when he relates wonderful tales, "Never let the truth stand in the way of a good story." What's a girl to do?

Listen y'all ... Mr. P has been kind enough to award me a couple of kudos for my Comments ... That would be entirely too tacky, if I were Mr. P ... but thanks for the compliment, even tho' is was a joke, I am sure .......
 
Does anybody know, especially you Chicagoans, if we have missed the Annual Turkey Testicle Festival, in Byron , Illinois ???  Or is it yet to come .......  Just curious ... Fell into it once by a quirk of fate and a busted axle ... Truly odd ... Interesting, but odd .......

O no, Georgia!~ not ivory, ebony, a dark wood often used for making the black keys on a piano. The idea of killing elephants for their ivory tusks is sickening. Chopping down rainforest trees isn't that great either. As you say, what's a girl to do?

"And just how DID you and my former son-in-law get together?" she asked, looking down her nose at me.
 
"Over a side saddle," I replied sweetly "but he's much more comfortable now that I'm on an English saddle."
 
This really happened at a friend's wake.

Anyone that enjoy(s) passing along dramatic, outrageous
stories that probably started out as true is good with me.  But to recognize that you live in a forest,
you have got to be someone special.  One
day the forest will reclaim its domain.                               Gossip?  I have no truck with that.

Ivan, I've never heard of the Turkey Testicle Festival, but I googled it. Looks like it takes place in the fall.http://tripatlas.com/guides/United_States/346/Turkey_Testicle_Festival_in_Byron_and_Huntley,_Illinois

Ivan, There is a tiny town called Woodruff in the next county over and this is their big annual festival http://www.blackgoldcattletesticlefestival.com/ ; Every year they pick a family in need to benefit from the proceeds of the festival.  And it isn't just cattle, um, parts, you can get a wide range of animal, um, parts...but I don't think they do Turkey, maybe they can add them to the menu.

In the Immortal Words of Kentucky Curmudgeon ... "I  MUST  BE  OFF ..."
 
 
Time for to Wish All of You Villagers a Great & Enjoyable Weekend !!!  I Wish Y'all Good Weather, Good Friends, Good Food & Wine, and All Your Happy Families About You ... May You All Have an Abundance of Every Thing That Makes You Happy, with NO Untoward Repurcutions ... Unlax and Enjoy Yourselves, and Let Work Go Until Monday ... I Know You Can't Trust That Day, but Give it a Try !!!  Y'all in the Tornado Belt Will Be Just Fine !!!
 
 
To the TRIBE:   A Very Good Shabbos !!!
 
This is the 21st Day of The Counting of The Omer ... and a Sabbath also .......
 
I Wish You All a Sabbath of Peace, and of Joy, and of Good Rest ...
 
The Children of Israel and All True Believers, Shall Keep the Sabbath, Observing the Sabbath, Throughout Their Generations, as a Covenant For All Time ... It is a Sign Between ME and All the Children of Israel and All True Believers, For All Time ..."
 
May Our Rest Be Pleasing Unto Him Who Made the Sabbath For Us ...
 
Let Us Celebnrate The Queen ...
 
Blessings Upon You All .......
 
 
IVAN
 
 
 
 

Rusty~ That's hilarious! I did a lot of falling off horses to get the hang of side saddle. American saddles seem really strange. Give me a 15 hand high Welsh Cob, an English saddle that has been loved for years, and I'm in heaven.

Are our side saddles different than Welsh side saddles, Hazel?
 
My daddy insisted I learn to ride side saddle: like a lady.  One of the reasons my friend insisted I change to English was the sliding off problem.  I had lost the power in my leg to hang on tightly.  Spent more time getting back on than I did on.   Took to that English saddle right away, and you're so right, Hazel, a good horse and a good saddle are just plain Heaven!

Gossip: sharing information that too often diminishes someone who made a mistake in trusting you. I don't like it.
Very windy in Manhattan. People lined up along the Hudson (one deep) to see the shuttle-less shuttle piggy-backed over.
Very important grandfather grandson tutorial this morning clearing up the difference between mutterin' and sputterin'. The latter being the same as the former except the old guy doing it is angry-ish.
Met briefly with my non-big city friends after their cocktail lunch. They were at work seeking a word for the new primary color the think that they have discovered. Must have been some drinks.

I am at Midway drinking heavily myself. Someone said it prevents the spread of Monkeypox. Have to admit I turned my head as I passed the Delta Gate.

Rusty~ I never met an American side saddle. The English ones have a sort of pommel thing, so you have one leg in a styrup and the other wrapped around the pommel thing so you can ride a horse in ladylike long skirts, both legs on the same side of the horse. Not really my aspiration.
Ivan~ Thanks for your blessing on the Village.

Well, there's gossip and there's Gossip................Some bosses view the simple sharing of information "Sheila's quitting....," "They didn't pay me for my overtime last week...." as gossip.  To my mind Gossip is the dirty laundry "Maggie said she'd sell her soul to sleep with Nate.", "I heard 'The Boss' talking on the phone...it doesn't sound good....I think he's in trouble (financially, personally, professionally or a combo of the three or all three) "   Sometimes gossip serves to relieve and reduce tedium and acts as a bonding agent between employees.   When one indulges in Gossip, one should be fully aware that they are the next ones on that Gossip list.  When one indulges in gossip, however, they feel a sense of solidarity with their fellows or neighbors or whatever the context.   And as some of us realize the act of writing helps us work out knots in our thoughts or lives, so does gossip for us....it helps us work out the knots and kinks sometimes.     And I think any thinking person--that would be any denizen of this Village--would be well aware of the differences between Gossip and gossip.     ....................................................and Georgia....I sometimes think that Ivan is Mr. P. myself and I once challenged him to that point.  Alas.........he denied it....

....but I think he should realize it's a compliment..........

6pm is so slow!  Why can it hurry up?  *sigh*  The last hour of work at the day job always seems to drag.

I am going to trade in my Bowtie for an Ascot and trip the light quasi-fantastic as I migrate back to my man cave and my mate for the first time in 3 weeks where the gossip in our old Adirondacks with Pinot as we observe passers by and invent fantasies based on some truth somewhere sometime...It will be of the light hearted variety that is as harmless but as inspiring and intriguing as Papa H felt in "A Moveable Feast," when he recalls writing a story in "a good cafe on the place St-Michel" where he profoundly enjoyed the fine art of people watching and creating a tale.

Just listening to Oldies on the new speakers and tuner (Beechwood 45789, Mary Lou, Both Sides Now, etc.  ), sipping on my Canadian Club on ice, and reading your witty repartee! Life is good. I am not gossiping about anyone, but I hear nachista is bored at work and T Tommy is finally home after 3 weeks away from his missus, so don't block the door when either of them arrive! Ivan has signed off, and Hazel is going to the duvet...I will catch you on the flip side when there is another topic.  Enjoyed all the wise comments and posts!
 
Gossip hurt me when I was a teen, the child of a divorced mom, and some kids' parents were too snooty to let their kids be my friends, but I learned to have a tough hide, as long as I knew I was good, I felt they were the losers....So much for a lesson to the kiddies who have been gossiped about...tell them to transcend it. On a higher plane, I am a happy camper now.

I don't have a strong opinion about gossip, but.....

It is the raw sewage of conversation that fills the hole in the heart, soul, and unaccomplished life of those who spread it by the un- heroic act of casting dispersions, lies,  and typically hurtful innuendo behind the backs of their targets.

Best case scenario for gossip is that which is rationalized as being said in jest, at the expense of someone else. ..... But it only seems laughable to the gossip, not their target.

Gossip is pathetic and cowardly.

Other than that, i don't have a strong opinion on the subject.....

Peace out

Peter Lake ~
That made me feel better as they say.
Whoever they are .