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Behind the scenes

What's with the overuse of this phrase? It first appeared in parlance (an astute observer would notice the absence of 'common' before parlance since I am sure there is no such thing as uncommon parlance? who invented parlance by the way?) when movies became popular. There was always someone doing mischief behind the scenes and someone thought it might be cool to share that with the viewing public too. Now it seems there is always more to anything than meets the eye because there are far too many cheats. So there is always the need to find what actually happens behind the scenes. Besides the eye can only meet so many scenes at one time. (thats like doing back of the napkin math - not sure why someone wants to waste a perfectly good front) As an example there is that restaurant you really like. Then the newshounds go and find out that the back alley where the raw product is stored actually resembles a recycling factory. Not exactly the idea you want to harbor going into take your fill. Talk about voting for someone. There is always the behind the scenes story of tax returns that the candidate filed or did not file. Actually if they were well filed there would only be dust. Thats what filing does. So quit asking about it. What goes on behind the scenes at your local airline? You think that what's happening in the front is so blissful that you really want to go behind? Are you completely insane? Behind the scenes at the local brewery - really do you want to look at how the hops meld with the yeast in a large dark tank? It stinks! Otherwise my brilliant suggestion to the world at large is to just say what you want, when you want and not worry about any behind the scenes baggage. There is so much there these days that if you kept looking you would come out front (like a wormhole or something).

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  1. Behind is behind for a very good reason...I agree it's best left there.

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