Just read a blog post by a writer yrs.truly mightily respects, and his closing paragraph, in answer to a TV writing question, began with a now all-too-familiar phrase:
“At the end of the day….”
Yer Friendly Neighborhood Munchikins sees it all the time. Over and over and over. Such and such or so and so is the best thing since the last best thing “at the end of the day.”
What the fuck, boys and girls, moms and dads, peeps and non-peeps (El Munchero know a lot of those non-peeps, that’s for sure), what’s the big deal about the “end of the day?”
What about the beginning of the day? The middle? Or the end of the week, month, or year? Let’s face it. If something’s important or wonderful or the most beautifulest or soul-fillingest and meaningful(est) concept/whatever at one time, why isn’t it always that way?
Dammit, Muncharooni wants to know!
And while we’re at it, what’s the scoop on whoever created this goddawful cliche.
Feel free to answer whenever. No need to wait for TEOTD!