To help combat comment-spam, I have begun to close my entries to comments after a few days. So if anyone tries to post a comment to an older entry and it isn’t working, blame those stupid comment spammers! They have to ruin everything.
Right now though I think I’d like to talk about how boring and predictable men have become. Have they always been that way? It seems like they used to be better. Long long ago. Now all we have is just a bunch of guys—a bunch of ordinary guys, walking around talking about all their hot women. It’s so pedestrian and tired, you know? And isn’t there a better description than hot? I freaking hate that word. It’s meaningless. The whole damn world is hot. Gimme a break.
Who the hell up and decided what’s hot and what’s not, and then said “Okay, let us talk of nothing but hotness and sex from now on,” as if it were the most worthy and important subject in the entire universe? Because I hate that guy, whoever he is. He’s ruined everything.
Everyone everywhere is ruining everything and I’m sick of it.
I don’t know what I’m trying to say. Maybe it’s simple. Maybe I wish for more substance. That sounds too easy, but I guess it’s true. But how can that be it? Is substance gone? Is it really that easy?
It would be nice to see someone not following the pack. Someone real, who has more personality and depth than a laddie mag. Someone who isn’t scared to explore that which lies outside the box; someone who isn’t a balls-out horndog, but enjoys a bit of the naughty behind closed doors; someone who doesn’t need to aggrandize their lust and pursuit of girls girls hot hot girls; someone who can forgo the posturing and preening and bluster of the typical heterosexual American male and just relax for a goddamned minute.
Sex has permeated our culture to the extent that it’s no longer sacred or private or revered. It’s commonplace. Sex should never be commonplace! And we’ve desensitized ourselves so much that we constantly have to come up with crazier, dirtier, more extreme ways of displaying and experiencing sex. I’m not saying that every act of sex has to be full of grace and beauty, honor and love, glory and god. But I do believe every sexual act should be one of respect and somewhere along the road we dropped the respect in favor of hot.
I’m rambling. I think I’ve had this exact conversation before on loafe. I know I’ve had it dressed up in different clothes. But it all leads back to the same place.
The sky is a landfill.
- Huygens & Cassini.
- CJM, the zombie.