Still alive but barely breathing
I am writing this just in case anyone thinks my bloated corpse is floating somewhere just off the coast. As you might expected, I'm unexpectedly busy. Which is more than can be said for my undergraduate days.My mates were rather preoccupied with a piece of news involving a prominent personality. No, not Naguib Mahfouz's passing, Gunter Grass' coming out of the closet or John Mark Karr's faux confession. Instead, they were very much concerned with the voyeuristic photos of Gillian Chung. They were unanimously outraged by the actions of EasyFinder, which amounted to a desecration of their goddess. It's one thing to take paparazzi upskirt photos of some minimally-dressed Hollywood starlet, yet another to infiltrate a sweet little thing's changing room. But at the same time, my guys were oh-so-slightly disappointed that the photos revealed nothing particularly exciting (the photos were cropped, so it's hard to conclude whether the originals contained anything naughty). Tsk tsk. Seems like us guys prefer to worship goddesses in public and defile them privately.
(Feminists may point to this incident as yet another example of the commodification of women. Personally, I'd be rather flattered if any part of me were so eagerly sought after. But then again, I wouldn't be best pleased if anyone took pictures of me in the shower.)
(After an incident in which we lowly organisms were battered by a superior)
Me: It's hard to respect anyone who caves to pressure by taking it out on his subordinates.
Friend: Yeah, but it's not easy to avoid doing so.
Me: True, all of us crack under pressure at some stage. But I don't see why it has to be vented on other people. If we lived by knee-jerk reactions all the time, then we're no better than unthinking animals.
posted by KynTheMan @ 9:15 AM
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