I hate that people judge in a way that’s using unrelated variables to determine one’s worth, such as sexuality or religious beliefs. What I mean is, two people could be having a great discussion or just getting to know each other, but the moment, “I’m gay/straight/bisexual, or, “I’m Christian/Buddist/Jewish,” the conversation can turn sour because one of them is closed minded. And even if it doesn’t turn sour, there are still those that have the audacity to think less of you as a person based on such. Well, I make it a point and a continuous effort to keep an open mind about anything and everything. I could care less if you’re of a different sexual orientation or hold different religious beliefs than I do- our personalities will either complement each other or they won’t. It’s the pieces of us that create our personalities, and if you are absolutely stellar, who you happen to worship makes no difference except that it makes for marvelous scholarly discussions. We should always yearn to hear any perspective no matter how many times we think we’ve heard it before, because it’s after the umpteenth time that our eyes are actually closed and ears are open. After this extravagant little speech, however, I want to confess a fault: I cannot help it when it comes to MySpace. My Space is yet another sliver of proof that a significant proportion of this country is brain dead. For some reason, a lot of females (and males) there are pretending to be sensuous and libidinous in a kind of brainless modern way because it is fashionable and a way to get attention. Civilization is dissolving. Really, the rant could go on, but I think this image says it best.

This was at the front desk of one of the local porn stores. How did I happen upon it, you ask? Well, Tyler and I were roaming around there for top secret reasons (it’s not mine to share or I would)- and we’ve actually spent some really great quality time together in the last few days, but I digress. Why were in the porn shop doesn’t matter BUT- when we saw this we just exploded with laughter. And really, it does explain my feelings best. (Please also note something else that had us doubled over: “EXPOSED: 62 Republican Perverts”, and so the target audience would be..? ; D) We even went back just so I could take a picture of it.

I will say that the MySpace label and judgment I place is merely initial, and after a few moments I can shake it off and try to rationalize the endless possibilities of WHY this particular individual would have an account- but I really want to not have that intial judgment at all. I don’t want to be faced with suppressing the instinctive urge to vomit when someone says to me in passing, “love your site, come see my/do you have a MySpace!?” But how can I at this point when there’s all this “evidence” to support it? It is something I will work on, however, perhaps a resolution for the new year.

I hope everyone has a fantastic, safe, and memorable evening doing whatever it is you may be doing to celebrate, if anything. I will be back to post some photos of Ink and Jamie and maybe I’ll supply some well-thought out resolutions, despite how cliché it may feel.

Happy New Year.
Cheers.