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Word of the Every So Often

anthracite:  (noun)  (pronounced:  ann-thra-cite – pretty much as it looks)  a very hard coal that contains pretty much pure carbon and burns with little flame or smoke.  The anthracite will keep us warm through the night.

Everyday History

On September 10, 1953, Swanson introduced the first TV dinner:  If not, close enough.  Turkey with dressing, cornbread, sweet potatoes, and peas.  If you’ve never experienced one of the original TV dinners... wow.  Lucky you.  It was an aluminum tray, much like school lunchrooms still have (only theirs are plastic).  There was an thinner aluminum cover over the tray.  You put it all in the oven (hopefully after taking it from its cardboard box, which was designed to look like a TV) and in just a few short minutes it was ready to eat.  Some of the meals were definitely better than others.  Corn on the cob never came out very good.  The fried chicken was OK.  But once the mashed potatoes ran out of gravy, it was like eating paste.  Seriously, it’s a TV dinner.  OK was about as good as it got.  But I digress.

 

As the story goes, TV dinners started with the airline industry adapting food rations used in WWII.  The airlines created frozen trays of food – sky plates – that could be thawed out and served while in flight.  And then, see, Swanson had this problem of what to do with 260 tons of unsold Thanksgiving turkey.

 

In the 1950s, TVs were increasingly common in American homes.  For instance, in 1940 there were probably just a few hundred TVs in America.  By 1950 there were 3 to 6 million.  And by 1960 close to 60 million.  That was 9% of Americans in 1950, and 90% in 1960.  With all that TV to watch, who had time to cook?  This was especially true with women increasingly joining the work force, but still expected to cook.

 

And if you’re going to be sitting there in front of the TV eating your TV dinner, you’re going to need a TV Tray.  First advertised in 1952, TV trays were small folding tables, perfect for your TV dinner and the beverage of your choice.  The trays usually came in sets of four, featuring a rolling cart they could be stored on.  It was hard to find a home in the 1960s that didn’t have a set of TV trays.  And that has sparked the philosophical argument:  Why were TV trays invented in 1952, before TV dinners?  We may never know.

 

Even though Swanson stopped calling them TV dinners in 1962, the name stuck.  Now we call anything that can be warmed up in the oven or microwave a TV dinner.  So enjoy a TV dinner today while listening to ZZ Top’s song “TV Dinner” off their 1983 album Eliminator.  The video is absolutely great, using Claymation to show the dinner coming to life.

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Stuff

The Great Dumbing Down

 

On December 19, 2041, late night talk show host “Blabb” McNaughten, in his opening monologue, commented that "anybody who is dumb enough to believe anything the President ever says should go to the kitchen – right now – and take out the heaviest cast iron skillet you have, and immediately wang yourself in the head with that skillet.”

 

What followed was a class action lawsuit, initiated by a Mrs. Leonard Falco, of Sandusky, Ohio, for the over 28,000 viewers, who, apparently, were not only dumb enough to believe anything the President had to say, but who were also dumb enough to go into their kitchens and hit themselves in the head with cast iron skillets.  Fortunately, nobody was seriously injured, though several skillets were seriously damaged.

 

Lawyers for Mrs. Falco argued that it was “unreasonable for the average person to comprehend sarcasm, irony, or even that somebody was ‘only joking’ and had not intended to be taken seriously,” regardless of the format of the original message.  And they won, requiring Blabb to buy each person listed in the suit a bottle of Tylenol and replace all damaged skillets.

 

It did not stop there.  In Upshand V. Rainsford Public Library in the following year, citing precedent in the Falco case, it was ruled that it was not enough that a book was placed in the fiction section of the library, or even that it was clearly labeled fiction on the spine.  The library had a “moral responsibility” to ensure that readers realized what they were reading was not true.

 

Full disclosure waivers were temporarily used, but in the spring of 2045, in Packwin V. The City of Crossgrove, it was ruled that any kind of waiver was not acceptable since it required an understanding of what was being waived.  As Judge Alfonso Grey commented “Hell, if they’re too dumb to realize a book about unicorns ain’t true, fat lot of good signing a waiver’s gonna do.”

 

The National Board of Librarians, in an effort to deflect litigation, themselves sued the Authors’ Guild, claiming that the true fault lay in those people who created fiction to begin with.  In the spring of 2046, in a unanimous ruling, the Supreme Court ruled in favour of the Librarians.  In further court cases, in particular Cordwood V. The National Enquirer and Billings V. Everybody Possible, it was established that intentionally writing anything that was not true, even if it were clearly marked as such, was a “malicious breech of civil trust,” and, depending on the mitigating circumstances, could even be seen as “a criminal trespass.”  It was further ruled that it was unlawful to “write, publish, or otherwise disseminate” anything that anybody simply might not be able to understand.  Which was just about everything, including the ruling itself.

 

Before the full of effect of this ruling was realized, however, it was all overturned.  Blabb McNaughten, in an interview with the only remaining news station, Weasel News, in the summer of 2046, when asked for his opinion on everything that had happened as a result of his original statement, commented, “They’re all a bunch of morons.”  In the subsequent lawsuit, Blabb was found not guilty when it was determined that, indeed, anybody who would ever suggest such legislation, much less pass it, had to be a moron.

 

Unfortunately, nothing much changed as a result of the ruling.  Commented Mr. McNaughten, “What do you expect?  After all, they’re a bunch of morons.”

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