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Musing of the day: When Athletic Prowess and a Rockin' Body Isn't Enough

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It seems that it's not enough these days to be a superstar athlete and an alpha female to boot. In order to meet the grade, you must be possessed of the plasticized good looks of Pam Anderson (not knocking Pam, as what bi fem doesn't love hot babes in bikinis? But let's face it, most of Hollywood is plastic.) I found out about this incident after hearing a story on BBC radio about body image workshops for pre-teens. Olympic superstar swimmer Rebecca Adlington has been harassed by a twitter hater named Callum Aspley, who sent a vicious tweet from a blackberry stating: "you shark fin nosed derkhead, you belong in that pool you f---ing whale (The Telegraph, June 2012)." It is apparent both from Adlington's low digit ratio as well as her strong facial features that she is super alpha, which makes sense, given her athletic prowess.

It appears that this type of harassment has not only become socially acceptable, but is now considered a badge of honor.   Ironically, the promotion of self-love and more "enlightened" parenting styles by both teachers and parents has also engendered a curious phenomenon: the disappearance of shame.  Shame, that much disparaged feeling that all teachers and parents are trying to protect their children from, might be the only thing, along with fear of punitive repercussion such as corporal punishment, that keeps otherwise insensitive people from committing acts of (non-consensual) sadism on others.  Ruthless, debased, and disgusting pranks such as the one devised by Dharun Ravi and Molly Wei resulting in New Jersey teen Tyler Clementi's death have now exhaulted the perpetrators of these acts to internet super-stardom.

Those in the public eye have long known that they need to draw on their strength of character to endure endless criticism from people they do not know, who often have motives that are purely political. Andy Warhol's proverbial 15 minutes has now been thrust upon us en masse, whether we want and appreciate it or not. While it is true that "sticks and stones may break your bones, but words will never hurt you (physically)" and while I also adamantly support freedom of speech and creative expression, at what point, exactly, Mr. Obama, does freedom of speech become an incendiary personal attack?

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The War on Truth

I've been having some fun with this animation software available on  It's ridiculously easy to use, and you can make a video for free.  I created this for 7 out of 8 human beings on earth.  Enjoy!

I'm for truth, no matter who tells it. I'm for justice, no matter who it's for or against.--Malcolm X


Moral DNA Test

 I heard about this test while listening to the Brian Lehr show on WNYC, and since it fits into the whole "self exploration" theme, I decided to give it a run.  Here are the results.

Who I am
You are a Philosopher RCO*
Philosophers believe that moral principle, or "virtue" is the most important ethical perspective. They ask "What would be the honest or courageous thing to do?" Then they'll consider the consequences for others. Finally and reluctantly they'll consider rules, laws and regulations. Philosophers hate being told what to do or what's right. They're mavericks and rebels, but good to have around when really difficult decisions have to be made. About 17% of adults are Philosophers.  [Ah, to be a minority, of a minority, of a minority!!!]
The letters in your MoralDNATM type show how you prefer to make difficult decisions based around three moral preferences. These are the Ethic of Obedience, the Ethic of Care and the Ethic of Reason, each represented by the letters O, C and R. The order of the letters in your type describes your first, second and third preferences in the way you use each moral preference to make good decisions.

The accuracy of your MoralDNATM ‘type’, be that Angel, Guardian or Enforcer etc., is dependent on the measurable difference in your test scores between the three ethics of Care, Obedience and Reason. Based on your answers to our questions, your scores highlight your priorities and preferences for the three ethics and places you within one dominant, or a combination of types. [Personal Note: Personal report surveys are always a little skewed, because of social conditioning and the desire to represent one's self in a way which is more "socially acceptable."  However, in my case, because I do not care what other people think, my report is definitely more accurate.]

 Good at solving difficult or complex dilemmas.
Will break rules if they believe a higher principle is at stake. May sometimes [seemingly] lack empathy for others in making [necessary] rational decisions.  

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Addendum:  I have noticed that my readership suffers considerably when I publish my more pensive, deliberative, introspective posts (you know, the ones without pictures and film clips) and recently, I had to change my introductory title description a bit so that more people "get" the fact that this blog is dark humor.  Unfortunately, in order to find the humor in most of these pieces, you must be well read, able to make inferences easily, and able to "read between the lines."  This has limited my reading audience to about ten percent of the adult population.  Stay tuned for more blog posts involving sex scandals and including gratuitous nude photos. 

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Un-PC Cinderella

Once upon a time, in a developing country, far, far away, lived a man, a woman, and their little daughter.  They lived happily for some years, until the woman, who was frail and suffered from borderline-waif personality disorder, finally caught an illness that was not psycho-somatic, and she died, because her husband was so used to his wife complaining of this and that the he didn't really think anything of it.  The man, who we'll call Bill for simplicity's sake, who was strong and hardy, although unconscionably insensitive, waited a respectful amount of time before re-marrying a classless, trashy bitch who was way beneath him, but who he'd had an affair with on and off when the sickly neediness of his wife became too much for him.

This new woman, who we'll call Maddy, was stupid, hateful and insecure, and fed her ego by using her new husband's money to buy all sorts of designer clothing and expensive shoes, and she had two moon faced, pimply, stupid daughters from previous men who she'd thrown herself upon, only to find that she would wake up alone in bed the day after she divulged that she was pregnant.  After (barely) graduating from high school, she landed a gig working in a beauty supply store when she met her husband to be, who, upon meeting her, immediately experienced a strange combination of attraction and feelings of disgust for her kind.  This was the type of woman that he could live out his most perverse fantasies with without the experience of post-coital guilt.   After Bill's wife died, Maddy blackmailed him by telling him that she was pregnant (you'd think she would have learned from the first two times, but that's idiocy for you) and Bill consented to marry her, mostly for the sex, but also because he needed a babysitter for his little daughter, Cinderella.  This is not her real name, but no one remembers what it is, because her birth certificate was lost following her father's untimely death, and her step-mother did not know her birthday, or of any surviving family.  The coroners were unable to determine the cause of Bill's death, but they strongly suspected poisoning by Maddy, who was known to fly into jealous rages. However, even after the autopsy, they were unable to dig up sufficient evidence for a case against her, so they let it drop.

After their father's death, Cinderella, who was precocious and highly sensitive, and who already had enough of a hard time getting along with her two wicked step-sisters, Alexis and Briana, was forced to sleep on a mat in the kitchen due to lack of space, and sometimes her mother would come in at night in a drunken stupor and burn her with cigarettes, which is how she got her name.  Meanwhile, her sisters, who were still jealous of Cinderella (even after everything,) were staying in two beautiful rooms furnished with pink crepe curtains and white satin bedspreads, so full of toys, dolls and clothing that when their room was messy, it looked like a tornado had ripped through Toys 'r Us.  The two sisters felt uncomfortable by Cinderella's presence, for reasons that they were not sophisticated enough to analyze at an intellectual level.  They made fun of her and told her that she was ugly, gross, and dumb, and that they didn't want to play with her.  This amounted to classic Freudian projection, but they didn't know that of course, and after a few years they believed it so strongly, that they had forgotten what Cinderella was really like.

Cinderella's presence also greatly irritated Maddy, because she was a relic of a past relationship with another woman who she had always felt had gotten the best of Bill's love.  She was quick to eradicate any trace of this woman from the home, without any thought for how this might affect Cinderella.  At first, Cinderella complained bitterly about this to Maddy, as she was feisty and had a strong sense of herself, much like her father.  Maddy was determined to gain the upper hand in the situation in any way possible, and managed to call in a "specialist" who diagnosed her with

314.01 Attention Deficit Hyper-activity Disorder (Predominantly Hyperactive-Impulsive Type)
309.3 Adjustment Disorder with Disturbance of Conduct
and just to drive the last figurative nail in the proverbial coffin
300.14 Dissociative Identity Disorder

Maddy was subsequently able to pull Cinderella out of school for "private tutoring," however, the reality was that Cinderella amused herself at home by watching Sesame Street and Word World on PBS, and eventually taught herself how to read by sneaking into Alexis and Briana's rooms and paging through their books.   She presently learned that she could slip away to the public library during the day, where she exposed herself to copious amounts of information on a diverse range of topics.  As they grew older, the distance and animosity between the step-sisters and Cinderella intensified.  They suspected that Cinderella secretly thought that she was better than them, or maybe autistic, because she didn't laugh at their jokes, and didn't interest herself in their petty, mundane conversations.  Cinderella, although she never expressed it, was already posessed of a wisdom and and awareness of the true nature of others uncharacteristic for anyone her age, probably as a result of the difficulties she had endured in her life.  Although she did not think herself to be better than Alexis and Briana out of some sort of malice, it proved exceedingly hard for her to see them as "equals."

When she turned 14, Cinderella learned that the local high school had a special program designed for kids who were on "self study" which allowed them to participate in after school activities and even come to dances.  She politely asked her step-mother, who by this time was in a hot and heavy relationship with another man who deserved her,  a young accountant and former frat boy who had cheated his way through college and managed to secure a reasonably good position through a family connection, if she could be enrolled in this program.  Her step-mother quickly aquiesced, as Cinderella had learned to avoid disturbances at home by withdrawing to the study, and she was no longer seen as a threat.  Cinderella was immediately delighted, and managed to scrounge up 500 dollars by having a garage sale with all of the wicked step-sisters cast off clothing and toys so that she could buy a trumpet and join the marching band.  The music absorbed her, and she quickly forgot about her troubles as she practiced in the park.  She also joined the Russian club and the chess club, and became friends with a small group of students who were as thoughtful, studious, and intelligent as she was.  She never bothered to go to many dances, as she had seen the trouble that romance could bring, and was saving herself until after college, just to be safe.  Still, she had not been to homecoming, and senior year, she decided to "go stag,"  Unfortunately, she had to figure out how she was going to get a dress.  Luckily, one of her friends from the Russian club, who's father was a high powered lawyer, decided to let her have a dress that she had bought, but gained weight and was no longer able to fit in.  Cinderella greatfully accepted it, and as she had a creative streak, decided to embellish it with Swarovski beads and buttons that she bought from a craft store.  The dress looked amazing, and Cinderella, with her gaunt, malnourished frame and 5'8 stature, rivaled any fashion model out there.  She borrowed some of the wicked step sister's make-up and hair products, and a friend of hers came over to show her how to apply them.  After an hour of hot-rollers, microwave hot wax, and eyelash curling, she looked how every 17 year old dreams and longs to look:  just like a Barbie Doll.  She hopped in her friend's Volkswagen and they headed to the dance.

When they walked in, all heads turned towards the girls.  Who was she?  Was she a student at the school, or were the two girls "together?" (scandal of all scandals!!!) She immediately caught the eye of Jason, last year's homecoming king, basket ball star, and honors student.  He wandered up to the girls, and after making sure that they weren't "together," asked her to dance.  He only had eyes for Cinderella all night long, and at the end of the evening, asked her out on another date.  There was just something about her, something about her walk and the way she spoke, that captivated him.  With all that make-up and hair extensions, even the wicked step-sisters did not recognize her.   In fact, when she came home and mentioned her future date the next day before breakfast, they laughed at her, and told her she was delusional.  "He would never date someone like you," They snorted and laughed loudly and obnoxiously.  Cinderella rolled her eyes and was silent. She was above that sort of behavior, and with much irritation, scraped her plate into the garbage before leaving.  "Hey, aren't you going to get the rest of the table?"  They demanded, still laughing.  "Get it yourself!' She said coolly as she left.  

As it turned out, Cinderella ended up seeing Jason for quite some time, and he even wanted her to marry him and follow him out to Harvard.  Cinderella decided to let him go, as she discovered quickly that Jason was a self-absorbed, narcissistic personality, and after all of her years of strife and discord, she felt that she deserved to be in a relationship with someone who would treat her like the Goddess that she was. Cinderella couldn't help it, she was just hard-wired to be fabulous!  After graduating from college, she met a smart, engaging and dynamic (yet sensitive) businessman and part time musician at a cocktail party, who eventually hit it big with a proto-punk cover of "Who's Sorry Now?"  Cinderella was finally comfortable and content, but she was NOT content to waste away the best of her days at the salon.  She changed her name to Samantha and started a gluten free pizza business with idiot-proof conveyor belt style ovens which became a popular franchise.  Life lesson learned:  If you are female, it is not important how intelligent, persistent, athletic, or otherwise amazing you are; it is only important that you look hot, and wear a Dolce and Gabbana dress.

***Please note, all names have been changed for the protection of the guilty parties.  Alexis got pregnant before high school graduation, and had to drop out and take a job as a receptionist.  Briana married a jock who tried several times to go pro, but is currently working in electronics sales, and is just as petty, malicious, and stupid as herself.  Maddy's accountant husband ended up being accused of tax fraud, and had to move to an undisclosed location in South America to evade prosecution, and Maddy went with him.  Last word from the IRS: "Good riddance."

bla-bla meter bullshit index

I've always known that I'm very direct, concise, and "to the point," which is often the source of discomfort for other people.  I call it the way I see it, albeit, very diplomatically.  This was just some random text bot I ran across that analyzes written prose for signs of people committing the ultimate sin, and one of my number one pet peeves: talking a lot, and not really saying anything.  In lay terms, this is commonly known as "bullshit."  I cut and pasted several of my blogs into the bot, and the highest score that I got was 15%.

Your text: 5127 characters, 883 words
Bullshit Index :0.12
Your text shows only a few indications of 'bullshit'-English.

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