Real men aren’t afraid to gush
Color me pissed.
We have been unsuccessful in finding a roommate replacement, meaning I, who put my foot in my mouth some months back in volunteering to pay the extra rent in just such a case as this, will now have to chew said foot and fork over an extra $%!^& in rent. Um, so if you’re reading this and have been throwing around the idea of possibly moving, it’s time to live the dream and come reside with me and mine on Treasure Island, baby. Plus, I am, like, soo fun to live with; it’s like Mardi Gras central sans the ruckus and piss. Fun.
In passing the Guess? store downtown on my way to work this morning, I noticed that some of the mannequins have their backs facing toward the street. That’s right: nates to the panes, asses to the glass. Showcasing casual wear outfits upwards of $100 which could easily be found in duplicate in the Salvation Army, these butt-bearing mannequins were, I’m assuming, meant to feature the appealing look from the rear of these accouterments. I just thought it looked outright vulgar and rude. And lame, too. Did I mention that?
Those Trader Joe’s boys are hot, by the way. I’d like to bag me up one wholesale and get at those all natural goods, mm! *sailor bell ring! ring!*
I watched some movie on PBS a few nights ago that I thought was "Hotel Rowanda". It was, in fact, very similar, and thank God it was (somewhat) edited for television, because it was brutally real in its depiction of the violence–and of the ghastly ignorance of the U.N. and U.S. There is an evil pestilence of the soul infecting those guilty of the genocide. Real evil can be defined as pure malice without reason or rhyme.
But what struck me most about the film was how beautiful the African people are. The beautiful brown-skinned people of the mother continent being butchered by the thousands, and all the other countries casting a blind eye. Why? I don’t fucking get it? I mean, even I, Queen of the Sunblock, would take up arms and bust a cap half a world away to spare my fellow human beings from what is honestly a living hell on earth. I challenge anyone to watch this movie (or "Hotel Rowanda") and not feel the same.
‘Tis like I always say, contribute to the greater good, or else.
