Dysentery. Yummy.
March 17th, 2009
“Don’t drink the water.” It’s a common phrase, usually said in jest. Heck, it’s even the name of a DMB song. These four words have become a part of our American culture, a snooty sneer at countries with lesser water purification systems. It is easy, then, to forget the true meaning of this phrase, and to merely assimilate it into our pop culture.
Folks, I am here to tell you that this phrase is not a hip trend or a mere play thing for our amusement. Other such trends have perished at the hands of time: Airwalk, polygamy, L.A. Gear, flapper dresses, Huffy, white bell bottoms with a glowing afro and a huge piece of gold hanging around your neck, to name just a few. But the phrase “Don’t drink the water” will not fade. It will remain a part of our lives colloquially and substantively simply because it is true. It is not a mere ploy, a joke, a cliche, or a subtle advertising campaign for Evian. When you hear “Don’t drink the water,” then don’t drink the water.
Perhaps it was the ice, or perhaps it was some bit of water in the food, freshly sprayed vegetables even. Maybe it was the mouthful of water I accidentally swallowed while swimming in the Mexican caves of Cuzama. All I can tell you is that the Gulf of Mexico never looked so nauseating from 40,000 feet as it did last week.
So please, heed my warning and all future warnings, embedded in song lyrics or advertisements though they may be. If someone tells you not to drink the water, don’t assume they are attempting to make a funny. Take their warning at face value. A little dehydration in the beginning can save you a week of life-threatening dehydration later.





you think that was bad…i missed the bus today. then i had to walk 1/2 mile to the next T stop. then i found $5.
Comment by rice — March 17, 2009 @ 8:30 pm