DO EPIC SHIT

I borrowed this title from a local coffee shop in Chemainus. I’m sure they won’t mind. After all we are both celebrating a one-year anniversary and the sign stating DO EPIC SHIT has brought them epic publicity. (Coffee Shack has been in this location for one year, and I have been blogging monthly for one year!)

The sign brought them negative publicity at first when a woman posted her objection on social media stating that she couldn’t take her children in the restaurant let alone drive pass the front of the building.

The sign came down.

Immediately social media was filled with objections. “We love that sign.” “Put it back up.” “Where is this place?” And of course, there were also reams of negative comments criticizing the few people who had objected to the sign. Yes, there was more than one outraged mother. But mostly people loved the sign, it made them feel good and they posted rave reviews about the restaurant.

The sign went back up.

I wonder if they will capitalize on that flurry of epic-ness and serve a new breakfast item? The Epic Breakfast.

So, I had this thought. What if someone publicly objected to the books I have written? After all, there are some racy bits in my Oak Bay memoir. Books have been banned for far less.  A good book banning would increase sales. Nothing creates desire like having it taken away.

Or what if readers were disturbed by the content of some of my blogs? I have touched on delicate subjects. Subjects that are important to me and I hope to my loyal followers.  As I have a new book in the works and marketing that book is a priority, I need to do epic marketing! But please, no book or blog banning. My delicate psyche couldn’t handle it.

But back to EPIC SHIT. I love that sign, and I had to show it to my favourite epic friend of nearly sixty years! Sharon and I are both Pisces, both talk to strangers, and back when we were younger, in Victoria during the vibrant 1960’s, we did epic stuff. Sharon still does and I have a hard time keeping up.

And you bet we talked to strangers on this Coffee Shack day. We had to rope one in to take our picture!

Dubious Advice from an Island Crone # 11

Hang out with fun-loving younger friends. And try to keep up.   DO EPIC SHIT!

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7 thoughts on “DO EPIC SHIT”

  2. Liz,

    A world where everyone is free to express themselves safely is an ideal. It takes respect and open mindedness though. Having business’s or people shut down by a minority view is sad. I object to things and simply move on; allowing others to make their own decisions.

    While in Portugal on a wonderful bus trip a couple of years ago one of our bus mates travelling alone shared her favourite expression: “ain’t my shit”. It gave her a way to live without other peoples baggage on her. I must admit appropriating her expression from time to time since.

  3. An observation by another old crone: Having lived in over 30 communities across Western Canada, and having served on planning committees and in other groups I have observed the following time and again: negative voices are always the loudest and quickest to show up – but they are almost never the majority view.
    I’m glad “Do Epic Shit” is back in the window. It not only inspires achievement, but also the courage to risk not pleasing everyone – a malady most of us old crones remember well, and sometimes still struggle with.

  5. Well, if I have to make a choice between doing ‘epic shit’ and doing ‘f*ck all’ , I’ll definitely choose doing epic shit as long as my body is able. 😀

  6. I guess I’m a bit of a fly in the ointment here, but I hope not a priggish one. For me words have meaning. Shit, as I understand it, was once the medieval word for poop, smelly offal ejected from the body, occasionally epically, and therefore not something we care to discuss with our neighbours, though a word common among farmers. A rose by any other name? Upper class Victorian people saw it as a word used only by lower class people, therefore forbidden in everyday language, and never by women. Unless, of course, when one is under stress.
    The f*ck word, the c*nt word, also damn and hell were once forbidden words. To damn a person to hell, was terrible thing to do, but these word are in common use now. So what does the f*ck word stand for? In ancient times it meant intercourse. To say ‘f*ck you,’ means I’d like to do you hurt, or others things more inventive, though sometimes used as emphasis. Then there is the c*nt word, once the old word for a woman’s vagina. Call a person the c*nt word today and they are saying you are even lower than the low, still I believe, a forbidden word but I’m betting will become common..
    As time has gone on, these words are becoming part of the common language without any context or knowledge of their original meaning. One of their purposes since has been as an outlet for angry feelings, simply because in later times they were forbidden. Now we are making them harmless, they are losing their power to both relieve and to shock.
    So what do we do if we are angry and need a really good forbidden word as an outlet? I certainly say ‘shit’ if I drop something but if the meaning of the words are to change, and shit now means that one intends to do great things or get oneself together etc., then we’ll need to find us a really good bad word to fall back on. F*ck is common as hen’s teeth now, just listen to the kids, and once the c*nt word becomes common, what then? As to that mother who was shocked at the word, she had better get on board, our society is shocked at very little now, (just look at the Trump election).
    And there endeth the lesson.

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