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Butterfly

A butterfly is a flying insect and the probably the most popular bug. They don’t cause destruction or mayhem, and they don’t sting or bite. They fly around looking pretty and posing for pictures amongst flowers. Some people call them flutterbys, which is a more apt description of them. Butterflies are a common metaphor for changes and personal growth in stories and mythology because they begin life as a lowly caterpillar, then they wrap themselves up in a cocoon, go into metamorphosis, and emerge as a beautiful butterfly. Then most of the time they get eaten by birds, but a few of them live long enough to prolong the circle of life. There’s all sorts of butterfly species, but the Monarch is the most regal.
Critically Rated at 14/17
Written, Rated, and Reviewed by Brendan H. Young

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Hypocrisy

Hypocrisy is when you criticize somebody for doing the same stuff that you do. A hypocrite is someone who engages is hypocrisy. Everyone is a hypocrite, especially when you’re calling another person out as a hypocrite. Let me stress that, we are all hypocrites. It only makes sense that we hate hypocrites because we hate ourselves. We see our flaws reflected and we react with negativity. The only way to alleviate hypocrisy is to be aware of it and try not to be so hypercritical. If that sounds like a Catch-22, well, that’s because it is.
Critically Rated at 7/17
Written, Rated, and Reviewed by Brendan H. Young

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The Instant Response

Very few things are more pathetic than the instant response. That’s when you respond to a text, email, phone call, Facebook post, tweet, etc. right away and it’s totally obvious that you were waiting to do so. It doesn’t impress anyone, especially the one you’re trying to impress. You have to delay your response, you gotta slow things down a little bit, you need to take your time. Cool your jets, deploy the parachute, tap the brakes. Think it through and think it out. Don’t jump, don’t pounce, definitely don’t tackle. I don’t know how else to say it, so just don’t do it. I’m talking about the internet-related instant response only. The person-to-person/comedic improvisational instant response is not only acceptable, but welcome at any time. The world always needs a laugh.
Critically Rated at 7/17
Written, Rated, and Reviewed by Brendan H. Young

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Double Shit

A double shit is when you take a shit and think you’re depleted, so you wipe your ass and flush and wash your hands, but then you realize that you still have to shit, so then you shit again. It usually happens in the morning after a big meal, but it’s been known to happen at any time throughout the day. The more you eat fast food, the more likely you are to experience double shits. Scientists are baffled as to why. Your only defense is to take fiber and try to stay regular.

Critically Rated at 8/17

Written, Rated, and Reviewed by Brendan H. Young

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Reflections on Minnesota

I was recently in Bloomington, Minnesota for three weeks on a work trip. My restaurant was opening up a new location in the Mall of America and I was chosen to help the train the serving staff. I stayed at hotel that was a ten-minute walk away from the mall. I was there for twenty-two nights. I practically lived at the Mall of America. And that place is strange. The Mall of America is huge. It has an amusement park, movie theaters, a ropes course and zip line, aquarium, bowling alley and arcade, mini golf, multiple food courts, and more stores than you could ever shop at. It’s almost like a city. All the employees are residents and all the shoppers are tourists. And they get 40 million visitors a year. That’s a lot. A shit ton, I believe.

The Mall Security take their jobs very seriously. Each employee of the mall is required to wear an ID badge, and mall security is quick to jump on you if you’re not wearing yours. I didn’t see any riding around on Segways, but I saw quite a few with bomb/drug sniffing dogs. It’s impossible not to see them strutting around without thinking of Paul Blart. I know what you’re wondering, and yes, there is a Hot Topic, Claire’s, and Orange Julius. It wouldn’t be a mall without those staple stores.

One weird thing about the Mall of America is that it’s dominated by Pepsi. Every single restaurant is required to sell Pepsi products, even McDonald’s which is traditionally Coca-Cola. It’s pretty terrible. Even the roller coasters have giant ads for Pepsi on the backs of the cars. I only found two stores in the entire mall that sold Coke in plastic bottles. Oh yeah, and don’t forget that they don’t call it soda there, it’s pop. It’s very 1950s. Quaint is the word for it.

While we are on the topic of drinks, it’s also important to note that Minnesota is one of those weird states that doesn’t sell alcohol on Sundays. And liquor stores close super early, like 9:00 or 10:00 p.m., so you have to start preparing for football by Saturday night. I went to a few bars in the mall and they are really strict about kicking people out at closing time. As soon as 2:00 a.m. hits you have to put your drink down and get out or feel the wrath of the mall cops. They have a lot of microbreweries in Minnesota, but none of them are amazing. Craft beer is just so much better in Colorado, Oregon, and California. The West Coast really dominates quality craft beers. I’m not being biased; I’m just being honest.

I didn’t just stay around the Mall of America. I also ventured into Minneapolis a few times. I went uptown, I went downtown, I went to Minnehaha Falls, and I even managed to go to a Twins game (spoiler alert: they lost spectacularly). All I can say about the Twins is that they have an awesome stadium and lousy fans. A lot of them were wearing jerseys, but all the jerseys were of Joe Mauer, as if he was the only Twins player worth mentioning. I didn’t see anybody rocking jerseys of any other active players and I also didn’t see any Killebrew or Puckett jerseys. It’s like they don’t know or don’t appreciate the rich history of their team. And they also did the wave. Real fans don’t do the wave. That’s amateur shit right there. Keep that stuff in LA Stadium with all the other fair weather fans.

They are called the Twins because they are from Minneapolis, which is one of the famous Twin Cities along with St. Paul. People from St. Paul make fun of people from Minneapolis and people from Minneapolis make fun of people from St. Paul. They have a friendly rivalry and each consider the other to be a fake city. In reality they are both fake cities because their nightlife is a joke. The streets will be busy and active around 10:30 p.m., you’ll stop in a bar for a drink or two, and the streets will be deserted when you leave an hour later. It turns into a ghost town after 11:00. It’s eerie.

The people in Minnesota are really nice. Almost annoyingly so. There’s a joke that the state is abbreviated as MN because they are Minnesota Nice. It’s corny but it’s true. The people are genuine and real and have a great work ethic. They go out of their way to help you out and they treat tourists as if they were guests in their own home. They all have diabetes for some reason. Some of them have noticeable accents, but they aren’t as embellished as the ones you hear on TV and in the movies.

Weather-wise, it was muggy and humid most of the time. It was usually around seventy-five Fahrenheit during the day and sixty-five or so at night. It rained a lot, but the downpour would only last for a few minutes. I saw a couple of lightening storms, something you don’t see too often back home in San Francisco. This was the peak of August so I got to experience a Minnesota summer. It was quite enjoyable. Winter is a different beast though. I’m not sure I can handle all the snow.

Minnesota was cool. At least the parts that I experienced were cool. But I basically lived in the mall and that became a little too much after three weeks. I don’t ever want to step foot in a mall again. Mall of America is worth checking out if you’re ever in Minnesota, but it doesn’t need to be on your bucket list. One thing I regret was not getting the chance to go to the Minnesota State Fair, which is the biggest event of the year. I heard stories of pigs, cows, all sorts of meat on a stick, buckets of cookies, and butter sculptures of beauty queens. At least that gives me an excuse to go back. I never planned on going to Minnesota nor did I ever want to, but I would definitely go back to visit again. I met some amazing people and did some amazing things (like finally going to White Castle), and there still so many things left to see and experience.

Critically Rated at 14/17

Written, Rated, and Reviewed by Brendan H. Young

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Shrugging

Shrugging is when you raise one or both of your shoulders. It usually happens as a nonverbal response to a question that you don’t particularly care about. Sometime people don’t realize that they are shrugging inappropriately. Those people are squares. They are socially awkward and socially inept, but they either don’t realize it or they don’t care. They would probably shrug their shoulders if you ask them if they feel accepted by society. That’s the correct usage of shrugging your shoulders. Take note.

Critically Rated at 12/17

Written, Rated, and Reviewed by Brendan H. Young

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Smoking on the Bus

Last night I witnessed something so ballsy or dickish that it blew my mind and became the subject for this post. I was on the late bus going home and saw a guy get up right before his stop, bum a cigarette from another passenger, put it in his mouth, ask for a light, wait for the doors to open, spark the lighter and light his cig, and toss the lighter back as he got off the bus. He wasn’t exactly smoking on the bus, but he definitely lit a cigarette on public transportation like it was the goddamn 1950s. It was pretty badass. He looked cool as fuck. If I were an impressionable teenager, I’d probably start copying him and start a new high school trend. The smoke took a while to waft over, and I could hardly notice the scent when it did. No harm, no foul as far as I’m concerned.

Critically Rated at 13/17

Written, Rated, and Reviewed by Brendan H. Young

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Being Ignored by an Automated Sink

Nothing makes you feel as low as being ignored by an automated sink. An automated sink works by sensing the motion of your hands underneath the faucet. It releases a steady stream of water when it detects movement, enough for you to soap up and effectively wash your hands. There’s no way to turn the taps to control the flow of water. You’re at the mercy of the automated system. So being ignored by an automated sink is worst than being shunned. It’s not programmed to ignore you so you should feel terrible when it does. All you can do is walk out of the bathroom with dirty hands and your head held high, then find some hand sanitizer and pretend like it never happened.

            Critically Rated at 8/17

Written, Rated, and Reviewed by Brendan H. Young

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Chuck Taylor All Stars

The Chuck Taylor All Star is virtually synonymous with sneakers. When someone mentions sneakers, a vision of Chuck Taylors should pop into your head. The shoes were first created by the Converse Rubber Shoe Company in 1917 and was known the All Star. Then a professional basketball player name Charles “Chuck” Taylor became a spokesman for the company and tweaked the design enough that they became known as the Chuck Taylor All Star. They come in a variety of styles, colors, and patterns but they are all distinctly Chuck Taylors. They are an iconic shoe, easily recognized and embraced by cool and casual people everywhere. They are the epitome of comfort. You’ll buy a pair of Chucks and wear them every day until they fall apart. They are the staple footwear of concertgoers and festival attendees everywhere. I just spent the weekend at Outside Lands and saw a pair of Chuck Taylors on every fifth person, myself included. I don’t rock my Chucks every day, but I always feel like I’m apart of an exclusive club when I do.

            Critically Rated at 14/17

Written, Rated, and Reviewed by Brendan H. Young

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Singing “Happy Birthday” to a Stranger

I was at a restaurant last night enjoying a nice meal with some good friends when we were interrupted by one of the servers with an important announcement. Apparently it was Pablo’s thirty-first birthday and he chose to celebrate in that particular establishment and the server wanted everybody to wish him a happy birthday. The server counted to three and the entire restaurant started singing “Happy Birthday” to a stranger. We were all united for ninety seconds while we sang loudly and off-key. Then we went right back to enjoying our food and ignoring Pablo. Such is the way of the world: we will acknowledge a birthday briefly but nobody really cares.

Critically Rated at 12/17

Written, Rated, and Reviewed by Brendan H. Young

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Using the Wrong Toothbrush

One of the most traumatic experiences from my childhood involved using the wrong toothbrush. My parents were thrifty and bought us one Sonicare toothbrush and gave us each a color-coded brush head. My older sister had blue, I had green, my younger sister had red, and the youngest had yellow. We had to take turns brushing our teeth, but that wasn’t a big deal because we all went to bed at different times. One day I saw my older sister using the green brush head, and I got mad and told her that the green one was mine. She denied it and said that I had the blue one and that she had been using the green one ever since we got it. I picked up the blue brush head and saw that the bristles were untouched and that it had never been used. I felt sick to my stomach. It’s bad enough if you find out that someone used your toothbrush once without you knowing. It’s much worse to find out that you’ve been sharing the same toothbrush with someone else, especially when it’s your sister. I felt dirty. I still do. I can’t look my sister in the eye to this day.

Critically Rated at 3/17

Written, Rated, and Reviewed by Brendan H. Young

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An Old Journal

I used to keep a journal when I was growing up. Not a diary, a journal. I wrote down the memorable things that I did each day from off and on from the ages of ten to about twenty-four. I would write down the friends that I hung out with, the movies I saw, the games I went to, the restaurants I dined at, the places I visited, the girls I got and the ones who slipped away. I don’t know exactly why I would write things down, but I knew that I didn’t want to forget my experiences and it seemed like a good way to preserve my memories. And it worked because I just picked up an old journal and glanced through it. I relived parties and poker games in LA, the exact day I decided I would move to San Francisco, the forging of new friendships, and the time I jumped out of a plane. An old journal is a portal to the past. I kind of wish that I would have kept writing one. But CriticallyRated.com is a more than adequate substitute and I’d prefer you read this than my diary. I mean journal. Journal, not diary.

Critically Rated at 13/17

Written, Rated, and Reviewed by Brendan H. Young

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Crayon In My Laundry

Today was the first day off in a few weeks where I had the chance to do laundry. I took all my dirty clothes to the laundromat, plunked down a few quarters, and started to wash them. I came back after thirty minutes to throw my clothes into the drier. As I was transferring my clothes from the washer to the drier, I found a piece of a yellow crayon. I tossed it away and didn’t think much of it. I came back thirty minutes later to get my clothes and that’s when I discovered that remnants from the yellow crayon had survived the transition from the washer to the drier and melted onto a bunch of my shirts, jeans, socks, and boxers. Melted yellow crayon looks a lot like mustard stains in case you were wondering. It looks like I got in a fight with a hot dog and got my ass kicked. It’s fucking bullshit. I don’t even know where that fucking crayon came from. Who carries around yellow crayons? I’m a little placated because I also found a twenty-dollar bill in the wash. But twenties don’t remove crayon stains so I’m still pissed off. Hashtag first world problems.

Critically Rated at 4/17

Written, Rated, and Reviewed by Brendan H. Young

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Brain Fart

Your phone buzzes, you go to answer it, but then your mind goes blank and you completely forget your passcode. You can’t remember it at all. It starts to drive you crazy. You know your passcode by heart. You enter it into your phone every fifteen minutes. And for some reason you can’t recall those four simple digits for the life of you. You’re having a brain fart. That’s when you forget something that you know you know, like your Social Security number or what you need to make a BLT. Brain farts happen all the time. Can’t remember your kindergarten teacher’s name? Brain fart. Can’t find your fork until you look at your hand? Brain fart. Can’t remember who wrote Harry Potter? Brain fart. Can’t remember why you walked into a room? Brain fart. They are a part of life. Get used to them. All you can do is hope that you’re not on a game show when your brain starts farting.

Critically Rated at 8/17

Written, Rated, and Reviewed by Brendan H. Young

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Don’t Feed the Pigeons

There’s a guy I work with that has a nasty habit of talking your ear off. He likes to dominate the discussion, especially when he doesn’t know what he’s talking about. If you give him an opening he will start talking loudly and cluelessly for at least five minutes before you find a way to escape the conversation. You literally have to smile at him and start backing out of the room. A few of my coworkers still ask him follow-up questions so as not to seem rude. To which I say don’t feed the pigeons. Engaging him in conversation only encourages him to keep coming back to start new pointless conversations with other unfortunate victims. I’m not trying to be a dick, I just don’t have the patience to deal with nincompoops. On a side note, this is the first time I’ve used the word nincompoop in any of its forms on my blog.

Critically Rated at 6/17

Written, Rated, and Reviewed by Brendan H. Young

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Coming Home After a Trip

Coming home after a trip is always weird. It feels like you cheated at life. It’s not normal to wake up in one place and fall asleep on the other side of the planet. You wake up in a hotel room a thousand miles away from home, go on a plane for a few hours, and end up sleeping in your own bed under your own roof at night. You feel tired, groggy, and out of it, but you’re home so you can’t complain. Coming home after a trip is a relatively new thing. Traveling used to take a long time. It took months to traverse the Oregon Trail. Now you can travel from San Francisco to Paris in under twelve hours. It feels good to come home, but you’re too lazy to unpack so just wait until its time to go on your next trip or it is laundry day. Delay the inevitable for as long as you can. Just make sure you have clean underwear.

Critically Rated at 9/17

Written, Rated, and Reviewed by Brendan H. Young

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Lifting Up the Toilet Seat with the Your Shoe

You’re out on the town when you get the urge to pee. You find a public bathroom to use but all the urinals are taken so you find an open stall. The seat is down and you want to put it up because you don’t want to pee on the seat, but you don’t want to touch the seat. You could use a piece of toilet paper to lift it, but you don’t want to waste paper. That’s when you resort to lifting up the toilet seat with your shoe. It’s a balancing act. It takes some skill. You want to make the minimal amount of contact with the seat as possible, and you want to get the job done as fast as possible because, shit, you really have to pee. Lifting up the toilet seat with your shoe brings you one step closer to sweet relief. Once you’ve finished going you can prove your dexterity by flushing the toilet with your shoe too.

Critically Rated at 12/17

Written, Rated, and Reviewed by Brendan H. Young

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