Irony (from the Ancient Greek εἰρωνεία eirōneía, meaning hypocrisy, deception, or feigned ignorance) is a literary or rhetorical device, in which there is an incongruity or discordance between what one says or does and what one means or what is generally understood. Irony is a mode of expression that calls attention to the character's knowledge and that of the audience.
There is some argument about what qualifies as ironic, but all senses of irony revolve around the perceived notion of an incongruity between what is said and what is meant, or between an understanding or expectation of a reality and what actually happens, "when the literal truth is in direct discordance to the perceived truth."
Yeah like love. Tina was right 'What Love got to do with it?" I mean, I mean you go out and meet the love of your life and all is grand and you can walk on water, all is love and light and clouds and happyness and joy and smiles and peace and two somethings pass, like minutes, days, weeks, months or years and now of all the people on earth that is the one you despise most. To the point of murder! I suppose that should read redrum for this text. But where does it go? The love that is, not the rum. There is new research that is identifying two areas of the brain that appear to store love and hate emotion memory. By showing people pictures of love objects and hate objects, tests determined these areas of the brain respond. They are right next to each other, maybe when you sleep at night and lay on the wrong side one's memory of a loved one drips down into the 'hate that bitch' section, and volia you wake up in hate.
And they say god is love, yeah right.
Beats the hell out of me.
Here is what Christine Hassler has to say about getting ahead of the curve. I think she writes for the Huffington Post. HuffaPuffa and I'll blow the jerk off.
“A jerk loves being a jerk -- way more than he loves us. I guess if they've always gotten away with treating people poorly and nobody ever set them straight, why would they change? Besides, a jerk seems to always have an attractive woman on his arm laughing at his mediocre jokes and ignoring his wandering gaze.”
“So if there is a jerk out there making your heart go pitter-pat and estrogen is messing with your reasoning...”
“How? I think it's because deep down every woman wants a challenge or a little danger. It's not really the jerk we like; it's the thrill of the chase, the rush of adrenaline when the jerk's phone number pops up on our cell (which is usually right after last call).”
“Go ahead and let him woo you, but when he asks for your number tell him that you only date guys who prove their value by respecting a woman. If he's a jerk he'll roll his eyes, say you have an attitude and snicker as he leaves.”
There you have it, the jerk spell from a jerkette. it is a bit clipped 'cause i ripped it off another blog. but being a jerk i wanted the word to get out ASAP.