The stereotype firmly attached to the Dodo Bird is that it was too dumb to flee and too fat to fly. Thus it became extinct in the 1600s.
So, the term “Dodo-head” is not a compliment, as it suggests a fundamental – nay, a fatal – lack of intelligence. And he was not very cute either.
I confess that a few weeks ago, I found myself uttering “Dodo-head” under my breath on a rather frequent basis. This epithet was most often directed at the preposterous things I was finding in many of the Family Trees on Ancestry.com. (As well as on other genealogy websites that shall remain nameless . . . .)
The Knight was somewhat shocked to hear me spewing such colorful invective. He gently suggested that I ought not to say such things.
He’s right, of course.
But like so many other bad habits that are important to break, attempting to repent of this one seemed to result in an alarming increase in the recurrences of said bad habit.
I found myself saying “Dodo-head” All. The. Time.
To the cats.
To other drivers.
To talking heads on TV.
To inanimate objects.
In short, to anything whatsoever that caused the tiniest bit of frustration.
Yesterday, I was in a hurry as I was typing data into my PAF file, and I kept mis-typing. And . . . you guessed it: I heard myself calling myself “Dodo-head.”
If I have to be a Dodo-head, I hope I can at least be a cute one.