It was the day after I retired from The Enquirer and Rick Pender, an editor at CityBeat, asked me to consider being this paper’s lead columnist.
“I don’t have an opinion every week worth 750 words,” I told him. We left it at that.
Of course, that obsession with raunch
culture in the first place is sometimes what necessitates the hard,
unpleasant conversations about preventing rape and sexual assault in
this country. Cause and effect.
Many parents attest that when your child is born,
some instincts just kick in. In nature, this is seen all the time.
Females are generally the primary caregivers to their offspring, but
there are plenty of species whose fathers don’t just hit it and quit it.
I’m sick of the Tailhook nature of
navigating daily life when people are so blithely rude they let doors
slam in the faces of the people behind them, they jostle and slam into
others without so much as an “excuse me,” so by the time I retreat back
to home base I feel like an abused slab of dough.
There’s one reason I’d really like to
have children someday and one reason I want to get my tubes tied the
next chance I get, and they both happen to be the same thing. I don’t want to stop being a kid myself.
THURSDAY MARCH 7: The American thing to do is buy an even
bigger and more expensive TV than the one you already have even though
it works just fine. Fountain Square, located in America, will soon
follow this cultural imperative.
LaSalle High School is in denial about its drug problem. Anytime students stupidly decide to
trick an armed drug dealer with counterfeit money, all kinds of
socioeconomic and chemical problems are in play beyond the pranksterism
and tomfoolery of bored white teenage boys.
Most people who play poker know more
terminology than applicable math, which you might be surprised to learn
is essential to the game. But because anyone at the table can win any
hand at any time, there’s a misleading allure to the contest. People who
play badly sometimes beat people who play well.
It’s pretty widely accepted that creative
types — the kind whose work is meant to disseminated — share a common
trait: swollen, bulging egos that must constantly be nursed with
attention, positive or otherwise. The writer writes, of course, because
he likes the sound of his own voice.