I hereby offer this term of my creation as a valid name for a comment or statement that follows a particular post and yet has little or nothing to do with the topic, but rather goes on to describe some personal anecdote overladen with lascivious embellishment. Basically it's a non sequitur with sex.
To some (Dan are you out there?) non sexquiturs are sources of hypertensive frustration. To others (me….most of the time though not always) they are often hilarious bids for attention. I am often tempted to follow a non sexquitur with a rambling account of how paper is manufactured…just to see what response I get.
Another interesting thing about non sexquiturs is their similarity regardless of author. They have a distinct pattern of desperation that conjures up images of one-handed typists sharing potentially fictional adventures for their own benefit rather than thoughtfully….or humorously, contributing to a group discussion of a particular issue.
In a recent comment to me, my good Blogging-buddy, Dan, admitted to wishing he had the patience to just delete all the non sexquiturs from his blog. To me this would be such a waste of comic material. I prefer to let the non sexquiturs I get stand as monuments to perverted narcissism.
If you are reading this and wondering if you are a perpetrator of non sexquiturs, there is a simple test. Just ask yourself:
Was my comment true?
Was my ‘comment’ really just a sexy anecdote that had nothing to do with the post I responded to?
Was I jerking off while writing my comment?
If you answered ‘yes’ to any of these questions, you are guilty and if you are on Dan’s blog, you may wish to delete your comment and save Dan the trouble. However, if you are guilty of doing it here….please continue so I have something to poke fun at.
Our Cupid-of-the-Day today has a particularly round and girlish bottom, giving Mom a lot of area to smack. Also, there are no branches or roses being used.............just a maternal palm.