Pie in the Face

Which reminds me of being in seventh grade at my grandparents' house in Modesto watching television with my cousin David and seeing how mean those gay men were to Anita Bryant, like we were saying, always smashing pies in her face. Perhaps she was too brittle and aggravating and provocative. Of course, a real pie would be messy. It would be much more clever and devastating to use a pi, something that can never be just washed away and lingers throughout a lifetime, something that makes your life miserable and unberable, a battle that you can never really win, an obstacle that just keeps tripping you up over and over again, an annoying person who never gets a clue and goes away, an empty wasteland of fruitless days and hours. A trap of sorts. And your name doesn't even have to be Anita to get the pi in the face. Very clever.