Are you familiar with I Kissed A Girl by Katy Perry? Sure, you are. I liked it enough the first few times I heard it but it has worn out its welcome for me. Do you suppose if it were a guy singing I Kissed A Boy it would have been as big a hit? Of course not. Not a chance. Why is that, I wonder? Why is one image acceptable to the masses and the other not? It shouldn’t make a bit of difference, right? Personally, I’d much rather imagine two girls kissing, but that’s just me. If you’re a guy and you kissed a boy and you liked it, then have at it. There’s plenty where that came from. I hear.
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Do you care that the Olympics are about to start? Not only am I not interested, but I’ve actually developed some antagonistic feelings towards the Olympics. The integrity of the games has been compromised because of all the doping—some countries do it, others don’t—and I don’t think China is an deserving host. There’s a picture in today’s New York Times of the U.S. athletes arriving in the Beijing airport and they’re all wearing surgical masks because, apparently, the air is so foul and polluted they’re concerned it might negatively impact their performance.
The Chinese government has selectively blocked internet access for visiting journalists. Oh yea, and they torment people. I’m happy that New York lost out on an Olympic bid. No, thanks. Lotsa’ luck, London. Hosting the Olympics is the road to both civic glory and fiscal ruin. Get outta’ town, Bob.
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Also in the Times today is a really compelling and harrowing article about the recent deaths on K2. Mountain climbers always seem like a brave and heroic bunch to me until something goes awry. Then you look into what went wrong and they end up looking like a bunch of bumbling idiots. This group tried to ascend the most challenging peak on the planet—more difficult than Everest—using shoddy, second-rate equipment. Jaysus.