“Personally, I never celebrate National Monkey Day. It’s so overly commercial now. It used to be a time to get together and pick lice off family and friends, but now….it’s like if you don’t spend your life savings on new poop for all the nieces and nephews, you’re some kind of mandrill. And the stores, with their politically correct “happy holidays” really get my goat. As if I’d be offended by the word “monkey”! Why do we celebrate this anyway? Monkeys are the reason for the season. If you’re not a simian, don’t celebrate National Monkey Day. It’s our holiday, dammit! Ours! *screech screech* (throws poop)
“Ahem. Yes, I plan to celebrate it on my own, in my own quiet way. And that’s not because I have no friends. I have plenty. You just don’t know them. ”
(Photo copyright by Jill Greenberg, whose portraits of monkeys and apes are represented by the Paul Kopeikin Gallery of Los Angeles.)