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Help me... I need a riposte!
Posted by katyg on 14 November 2010 - 9:26pm.
I'm generally a cheerful type and love rooting out new music, books, pictures etc. Sometimes I enthuse to friends/acquaintances/companions about things I'm enjoying reading or listening to or making or playing. But a few times in the last couple of weeks the lucky recipients of my ramblings have said "You've got too much time on your hands" or worse still "You need to get out more". Hurrumph. This may be true... I don't sleep much, and work (mainly unpaid) for only a couple of days a week in total... but I do have small kids and am pretty busy. What can I say to these naughty people in my defence (without sounding defensive)? Any ideas much appreciated!
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Yer mum
/generic
Tell them
To fuck off
That's superb
I WILL use it myself :-)
Useful
It's not Oscar Wilde but it'll work!
"You've got too much time on your hands"
Riposte: "Obviously, as it appears I'm spending time with you"(add arsehole here if appropriate)
Sure Oliver Reed used this one...
If I want to listen to an arsehole, I'll fart.
or, ...If I wanted intercourse with a slimy c**t,
I'd go to a Mexican Brothel.
Bite
Me
Make a 'W' shape
with your thumbs and index fingers, and then with your right hand (same fingers) make an 'L' shape against your forehead. It seems to work for the kids in playground at my school.
Sod off you miserable gits
Would be my bon mot of choice in this situation.
I would argue with you
but I've got windows to stare out of for a bit before going downstairs and then upstairs again in an effort to remember what I came upstairs for in the first place. That should put their gas on a peep, as the saying goes.
You could try an old Jewish saying
One who tries to force time is pushed back by time but one who surrenders to time finds time on his side.
or just text CU L8R yeah?
"You need to get out more".
Riposte: Not if there's more (insert arseholes here if appropriate) like you out here I don't!
"My Arse, Your Face"....
... often works for me.....especially when trying to remain dignified and professional about it.
You guys are great!
Oh do come with me, 8.45 at the school-gate tomorrow morning. I'm preparing a special little exposition with which to lure them in...
I Didn't know you were my sexual consultant.....
When I want your F***ing advice, I'll ask for it.
or
'Thank you for that pearl (or nugget)of wisdom, now get back in your box'.
or (patronisingly) 'Oh, I just make time, don't you?'
or 'You'll have to learn to manage your own time better!'
Curse them
Cory Doctorow has answered this one already:
"That guy has too much spare time" is one of the most odious, intellectually dishonest, dismissive things a person can say. It disguises a vicious ad-hominem attack as a lighthearted verbal shrug. The subtext of the remark is that the subject's passions -- this remark is almost always directed at someone engaged in some labor of love -- are so meritless that their specific shortcomings don't even warrant discussion. The subtext is that any sane person who considers these passions will immediately see their total worthlessness. To direct this remark at someone is to utterly dismiss their personal fire and so their ability to distinguish between the worthy and the unworthy.
...Really, is there anything fulfilling about life that didn't start out on the fringes, didn't start out as a waste of time?
http://boingboing.net/2002/02/03/too-much-time-on-his.html
beautifully put..
you are right, any spark of creativity seems to get dismissed this way. Even the fairly day-to-day - just this week I've heard it said of people who have carved stunning halloween pumpkins, written songs, made their own clothes...even someone who baked a cake! Wouldn't it be more affirming to celebrate these things? And definitely more fun! It seems that not engaging in anything even vaguely artistic or creative underlines how busy and important people are. How sterile.
My suggestions
I think these are subtly insulting but stay this side of civil:
"You've got too much time on your hands"
"I'm just interested in lots of different things! What can I do?"
"You need to get out more"
"Yes I do! That's the answer! Thank you so much."
Or....
"Not really. It's called culture. Perhaps you've heard of it?"
No, you're wrong
"No, I think you've got that wrong. I've got too little time and too much curiosity."
A teacher used to say
"Better time on my hands than hair on my palms".
Though maybe not.
"OK. So what are you passionate about?"
That should do it. Cue embarrassed shuffling of feet.
How about a little Dot Parker.
"You can lead a whore to culture,but you can't make her think."
Try
"And just how do you survive in a mind that small?"
or
"I see that all your time is taken up just by remembering to breathe. Try closing your mouth while you do it, just to add a degree of difficulty".
If it's at the school gate
Try enthusing about Half Man Half Biscuit singing " is your child hyperactive, or is he in fact just a twat?". You're pretty much guaranteed that anyone still speaking to you after won't be saying daft stuff.
How about...
F*** off you red-nosed c***.
I'm sorry but I've forgotten the context it was used in, but it was very funny at the time and everyone laughed.
that should definitely
get me out of a few dinner party invitations, thank you!
The man at the circus
who's getting picked on by a clown. He takes his mate, who's really good at repartee, to help him come up with a snappy bon mot to reply with. Hence...
Lily
Duly gilded ;)
On a good night
that can take two to three hours to tell properly.
Arf!
Thanks Skirky
*whoosh* ;)
Clive
"F*** off you red-nosed c***.
I'm sorry but I've forgotten the context it was used in, but it was very funny at the time and everyone laughed."
Was is at one of Sir Alex Ferguson's press conferences?
Not quite
That would be "F*** off you miserable, purple-faced Scottish c***".
My favourite one
is to say, "Can I just stop you there?". Then, while they're waiting for you to say something further, maintain silence and eye contact for about two seconds, then turn round and walk off.
Have them
killed
As an aside, Katy
When I start taking my little boy to school you're *exactly* the sort of Mum I hope to bump into at the gates.
well, thank you very much...
we are the ones who go for the SAS-style "drop and run" manoeuvre. I surpassed myself this morning by rushing past six immaculate women with my arms outstretched declaring "Sorry Ladies, can't stop, I'm wearing spectacles". I think two of them laughed. I can't help thinking that you lot should shoulder at least part of the blame for this foolishness...
I agree!
I absolutely love bumping into mums at the school gate.
Mind you I think some of them are cottoning on that my collision-based accident-prone tendencies are staged.
On reflection that's probably sounding more creepy than funny.
I obviously have far too much time on my hands.
You should get out
less.
:-)
Say nothing...
don't detain them from X-Factor a second longer than necessary.
How about
"oh, poo to you with knobs on"
My reponse would probably be something on the lines of:
"Oh. I'm sorry you feel like that".
and then I'd go and find some nice new friends. (easier said than done, I know).
The school-run's an interresting one. The fellow mums at my daughter's school are mostly lovely, but many of them are terrifyingly well-kept and groomed, sporting hangbags that cost more than my monthly grocery allowance. Me? I've not brushed my hair in a week. You could probably sum up my style as "somewhat dishevelled".
Actually, it's sometimes been a bit of a struggle to keep my identity, while still being a full-time mum with two small kids. I keep busy, we go to lots of groups, but I rarely meet anyone that I've actually got anything in common with. I can do the small talk with other parents about kids, schools, childcare, but I'd much rather be nattering about music, books, cakes and nonsense. One of the reasons I spend a lot of time here.
Now, if the Word magazine could start its own mother and baby group, we'd be laughing. Rusks and The Rutles, anyone?
I'm in!
Wise words, thank you. And I know exactly what you mean.
I've been doing a lot better on the identity front lately, mainly because I am trying very hard not to give a hoot about what anyone thinks. Someone in my street asked me where I was going the other evening as I walked past them at 8pm. I was on my way to the pub, and cheerfully told them so. Of course, I spent the rest of my walk thinking about what I should have said!
Bring on the music, books, cakes and nonsense!
As an enthusiastic music fan with a similarly ebbing identity
Mrs SPT would join up. Except she considers anyone using the internet for anything other than basic information discovery purposes and shopping to, erm, be "wasting their lives". That does include me (although she's belatedly discovered podcasts as a great way of whiling away the insomniac hours).
Even as a father who gets to go out to work and meet grown ups, I've found becoming a parent means your regular peer group changes from being people with similar interests to people with similarly aged children. So you mainly talk about kids, which is nice, but not everything. You get used to avoiding other topics, for fear of the faux pas (bored at one christening, I got hold of a copy of a biography of Marx which was somewhat incongrously in the church library and - for a giggle - was explaining to a couple of the toddlers "he said religion was the opiate of the masses. Yes he did. No, opiate of the masses" one set of parents didn't find it that funny. Turns out they were evangelical Christians - who knew?).
So used to it in fact that you forget you might actually have something in common with other parents. The other day my eldest was playing with the boy up the street and we went his house for the first time. I'd chuntered aimiably with his parents several times. But glancing at their CDs, lit as if by a celestial beam, there was a copy of Hate Songs in E Minor by Fudge Tunnel. Cue much reminiscing between the fathers of the highlights of the Earache catalogue (and much spousal eye-rolling).
Point behind them
say, Look! A Unicorn!'
Then tweak their nipple and run away.
can't stop laughing at that one
Brilliant. If I were braver I'd use it myself. Not sure I could carry off the nipple tweak manoveure with the required confidence.
Perhaps a reply along these lines...
The cultural heritage and reputation of this great country was founded and built by those who took time to appreciate art, literature and music. It would be churlish of me not to appreciate those efforts and to add to our collective knowledge if I can.
So fuck off Dumb Ass!
Another riposte:
"Hmm, that's a thought. How lonely it must be in that head of yours."
Say
'Oooh, you are awful. But I like you'
Push them on the shoulder then walk away, tripping up on purpose.
I have done that at least once.
Anyone who said
that to me would be treated with pity after I had got over my anger. Presumably, if you changed the discourse to "I got rat-arsed last night and locked the kids out", they might think better of you. There is nothing finer than exchanging banter and sharing knowledge about books, music, art and this site is a testament to that. You're the more rounded person and then you can tell them to sod off & get a life - not very subtle but sometimes a metaphorical slap in the face works better than anything too subtle.
The jerk store called...
and they're running out of you.
Isn't this the plot
of the Seinfeld episode where George gets humiliated and goes to ridiculous lengths to try and deliver a comeback?
Yes indeed
Art Vandalay is a pseudonym that George uses when pretending to be an architect, so Art knows what he's doing here. The original insult was delivered to George when he was over enthusiastically helping himself to a fish dish at a work lunch.. someone called out "hey George, the ocean called to say they are running out of shrimp." George was unable to think of an instant reposte and although having been warned that it was rubbish, engineered a situation where he could deliver the pathetic "well, the jerk store called and they're running out of you". I don't know why I bothered typing this, as it's all here, with the fat excluded so you just get the relevant bits:
If you've never seen it, you must watch it. He goes to great lengths to deliver his line... and THEN.
that is brilliant!
Thank you! I am definitely feeling a lot like George. I'm like a coiled spring...primed with all your lines, ready to pounce...
I love the rubbish riposte in Anchorman
"Where did you get your suit - the toilet shop?"
What might also work is something from one of the very early Viz comics, when they had an ad for a language course called "LinguaGeordie" - a testimonial read "Since aah lornt ta taalk propper ah've lost aal me posh meets and ah divvent give a shite"
I've found this usefully bewildering at many highly unexpected times in my life and it works whether you try it in Geordie or in my native 'southern' using my patented David Attenborough impersonation
In the words of Harry Hill....
"You may heckle me now, but I'm safe in the knowledge that when I get home I have a lovely roast chicken in the oven."
You could try
'I really tried hard with X Factor/Celebrity (or any other banal programme of choice) but couldnt connect with it intellectually so had to go back to my own books/records etc'
They won't even know you are taking the piss.
"You've got too much time on your hands"
...
"Yes. And I appear to be wasting it right now..."
not a school gate reposte
but worth sharing. A friend's elderly mother received indifferent and inattentive service in a well known London department store. After biting her tongue for a while she leant across the counter and enquired of the foolish sales assistant,
"Could you get me the person who can have you sacked?"
Never quite had the nerve to use it myself
Simply...
"You're opinion means nothing to me"
I saw that one floor a goth at five paces. Alternatively, consider that it's just one of those things that people say when they feel they should say *something* but aren't sufficiently informed to make a worthwhile comment. Smile, whistle a happy tune and think "Go fuck yourself!"
Why don't you slip into something more comfortable...
...such as a coma?
I cackled so much at that ...
...I lowered property prices in the Tyne Valley
Or
"You've got too much time on your hands."
"No, I have just enough time to keep up with the amount of intellect that I've been given. But for you it would be a bit overwhelming, I'm sure."