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ROCK WHAT?

Are people even giving you a compliment when they call you a rock star?  The question came to me the other day after I helped someone.  No, I didn’t record background vocals on a new album or fill in on bass at some music festival.  I don’t even remember what I did.  It was so slight and inconsequential it hardly deserved any thanks.  And yet, I was labeled a rock star.

Don’t get me wrong.  I love rock n’ roll.  It’s just in our day-to-day dialogue I find too much hyperbole.  The guy behind the counter at the local Apple store maybe smart but he isn’t a genius.  Can a cell phone really be called a Triumph if it keeps dropping phone calls?

I was watching a model shoot on the web the other day.  The reason?  There were two.  First, the model was from my home state of South Dakota.  Second, she was cute, so cute, if she would have been growing up in my hometown, I would have thought twice about moving.

As she preened and pouted in various vamped poses, her silk dress caused her to slide off the leather sofa.

“Epic failure,” she groaned as someone helped her back to her feet.

Epic, really?  When I think of epic failures, I think of Custer at Little Bighorn.  I don’t think of something that happens to me every day, which is to slip and fall.

“Need my coffee break.”

After the epic failure, the model rallied and finished the shoot.  She then slipped out of her high heels and called the photographer a rock star.

Is it just me or is adding a profession to some compliment needed?  Let’s just say it is.  Let’s say someone goes above and beyond the call of duty and knocks off your socks with help.  Is calling him or her a rock star the best you can do?  When I hear the term, it sounds like “You’re  so self-absorbed and unstable.”

To me plumbers are the ones that rock.  For when your sink backs up and basements starts to flood, the last person you want to see walking up your front sidewalk at two in the morning is Cee Lo Green.

I think calling someone an astronaut would be complimentary but I’m still on the fence with airline pilots with their drinking and complaining that the automatic pilot flies 95% of the trip.  But when push comes to shove and your plane is about to take a nosedive into the Pacific, who do you want at the controls?  Hero of US Airways Flight 1549 Captain Chesley “Sully” Sullenberg or one of the more sober members of Bon Jovi?

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