Don’t even ask what took me so long, as I have no excuse. FINALLY added BlogRolling to my links section. So to all of my blogging buddies: Forgive me for the delay… You are now linked!
6 comments November 9th, 2004
Archive for November, 2004
While commenting on the lack of attractive men on television, it dawned on me that it might mean something. Going over the predominant male sitcom roles in my head, I could only recall a bunch of bumbling idiots…
Ray Romano – Rides the Short Bus
Al Bundy – Vile and Disgusting
Monk – Requires Supervision
Tim Taylor – Self-Centered
Jim Belushi – Fat Whiner
The list goes on and on. What’s happening in Hollywood to encourage putting forth pathetic loosers as a reflection of today’s gender roles? Surely this isn’t what women want… Is it?
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But then I remembered something from way back in Genesis. After the fall, one of the curses put on Eve was that she would want to “rule over” dear Adam. I think what we’re seeing is that unhealthy desire being made manifest in pop culture.
The pussification of men needs to stop.
4 comments November 8th, 2004
Why is race still an issue for Americans? It’s been a billion years since Martin Luther King Jr. and Presidents Kennedy and Johnson did all that work to blur the lines and bring us all together as Americans.
I think the problem has to do with our culture, or lack thereof.
What do we have to offer? Capitalism? Democracy? But what about social rites, rituals, and a real sense of community? In those areas we’re sorely lacking. We’re a culture of consumers. We buy and sell.
I wonder what it would be like to come from a more distinct culture – perhaps from Italy, or Brazil, or China. Other nationalities tend to have their own distinct flavor and unique social milieux.
We’re missing out on some good stuff… probably some bad stuff too. But I wish we had more to offer. Maybe if we could build our own strong national culture these racial lines could become less distinct.
8 comments November 5th, 2004
Today I declare war upon granny panties.
Words cannot describe how tired I am of seeing panty lines… There’s no excuse for them these days. Why are they still selling these abominations in stores? Few things are as unflattering as full-assed underwear.
And to those of you who argue that thongs and g-strings are unomfortable… Nonsense! You’re telling me that you’d rather spend the day picking your underwear out of your ass? Start the day by securely placing a thin strip of fabric there and save yourself time and trouble.
I’m even willing to pioneer a movement for heterosexual men (because plenty of you on the other side are already on board with this) to make the switch. Don’t tell me those butt-huggers and boxers don’t ride up on you… I’ve seen you take a grab when you stand up, so don’t lie to me.
Seriously people… Espouse our friend the thong and the g-string and make the world a better place. Otherwise, this is war.
23 comments November 2nd, 2004
You know those certain people that you just “click” with? Those rare occasions where you instantly like someone and hit it off right from the start? I used to think that was cause to celebrate. Actually, that’s still my gut response.
But now, I am a little bit wiser…
I’ve come to realize that when there is an uncommon ease …I need to brace myself. Because as infrequent as that is, nine times out of ten the cause is a shared background – One marred by extreme childhood suffering.
And it’s not that I’m ungrateful for new friends; It’s not that I don’t cherish every one that I’ve got …They are a precious few. The deal is, every time I make a new friend, sooner or later, I find out that we share a horrifying common bond.
Is it possible that I’m so screwed up from a childhood of abuse and neglect that the only other people I can relate to are others who emerged from the same steaming pile of shit? Or do the victims of child abusers and molesters seek me out?
Either way, as much as I’d like to enjoy a friendship, I end up cringing and waiting for another gagging spoonful of castor-oil reality: The fuckers who destroy children are everywhere.
How bittersweet… I am not alone in this pain.
2 comments November 1st, 2004
