If you have ever casually perused a home decorating site or catalog, or visited the facebook page of a complacent, floral-wearing, LOL-typing, Minions-quote-posting, middle-aged woman, then inevitably you have come across this particular quote in some fashion:
Typically, this overused and trite trio of empty platitudes is in the form of some oversized wall decal, sign, or other hanging in huge, swirly script, apparently to ensure you can’t possibly miss it, no matter how much you would like to. (And, oh, how I would like to.)
I didn’t realize I was not alone in my hatred of this hackneyed, vapid quote until my stepson, Bear, made a fiery and scathing comment about it. I don’t even remember what set him off. Maybe it was a picture in a catalog. Let’s just say it is readily apparent that he despises the phrase with the same ferocity as I do. (Wise young man.) No one in the room disagreed with him, either.
It’s a cliche, a pathetic attempt to be deep and inspirational, a waving flag of banal pseudo-intellectualism, failing dismally by regurgitating the same three hollow words as every other mindless nitwit who beams with pride at their imagined originality and fanciful cerebral depths.
I can’t say it any better than AWildSketchIsBurned, who wrote this about people who like “live, love, laugh”:
It’s the same people that “went to the school of hard knocks”, work at “CEO at full time mommy” and “if you can’t handle them at their worst, then you sure as hell don’t deserve them at their best”. They also SING like no one is listening, LOVE like they’ve never been hurt, and DANCE like no one is watching. They’re walking cliche machines.
If you hate “live, love, laugh” as much I do, then I graciously leave you with these as my parting gift: