Today, in my Modern American Fiction class, we were reading aloud sections from The 42nd Parallel, a poster-modernist novel that scorns capitalism and American culture. One of my classmates, who I will not name because I am classy, read from the “Newsreel” section. This is basically a collage of news headlines and stories and poems and other abstract thought, which is the main reason the novel gets thrown into the post-modern category. (And also one of the reasons why it is so damn hard to comprehend.)
She read a short jingle that must have been popular a hundred years ago, and then something wonderful happened. The actual lyrics were something like this:
However, she said:
And, being super-mature and all, I burst out laughing. This is probably where I should add in that I have been fairly delirious all day from a lack of sleep – I stayed up all night finished The 42nd Parallel – and I’ve always found toilet humor rather hilarious, even though I know it can’t be attractive. Even Jenny McCarthy couldn’t pull it off, and she’s smokin’ hot. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve lost control of my laughter when I’ve heard something to the effect of, “I do do that.”
“Doo doo” is just such a funny word. I can’t even properly finish this post because I find this entire situation so funny. However, I will do that just for all of you.
I do do that, and I always will.