Clichés: The New Black

While sitting on the train today a light bulb went off in my head. There’s no time like the present, I decided to stop walking on eggshells and let the truth be told. I happen to like clichés. Editors and friends have warned me about using too many of them. For me, clichés are descriptive, fun and remind me of my mother- who always had one at the ready.

Clichés happen to describe things exactly as I’d like. They do a great job of dealing with the business at hand. Why can’t I just say he was a chip off the old block? Or they are like two peas in a pod? That’s a piece of cake. Instead, I concoct something that goes like this: Those men were twin snakes charming their way to my heart, posed to strike. Awful.

 When I was eight years old I received an excellent grade on my report card. Everyone was terrified of Mrs. Kelly, the Language Arts teacher. Maybe it was that fox pelt she wore around her shoulders. I thought she was the cat’s pajamas. My classmate confided to me that the only reason I got that grade was because I’d memorized all the proverbs that year. What was wrong with that? It goes without saying that doing what the teacher tells you to do garners a good grade. A stitch in time saves nine. A penny saved is a penny earned. An apple a day keeps the doctor away. I believed them then and I still do. It was a great way to understand something but I gave up trying to explain that to my friend. You can’t win ‘em all.

Today I love slogans. One day at a time. Live and let live. Be a member of the KISS club-keep it simple stupid. I could go on and on. But I won’t because brevity is the soul of wit.
 
All I can say is-to each his own.  For me it’s a no brainer, why reinvent the wheel?

-Thanks to Patricia Dornelles who collaborated with me on this one.

Have any clichés you just can’t live without?

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