It’s odd. People in my circles tend to dislike pointing out flaws in other people. I’m not talking about nitpicking here, but when others genuinely see a fault, but don’t point it out. Are we sort of post-modern this way? Afraid of genuine honesty? Scared or reciprocation? Or is it some innate understanding that if I point out an area that needs work, I’m open to the same critique? Well, I think the same principle that applies to art, music, and movies would apply here: you don’t have to be a painter, musician, or film director to understand what is and is not a good film.

A survey recently disclosed that marriages based on friendship are the ones that last. And out the window goes this thing dating “experts” have been telling us for so long, that just friends should stay that way. Of course, not dating a friend is probably mostly a reflex so (in the case of society at large) you can screw them and not have to personally deal with the consequent emotional attachment; or, in some other cases, just plain fear. Date a friend, guys… it’s not so hard or complex as it sounds.

Steve’s children love the movie Monsters, Inc. Heck, I love that movie. It’s cute, it’s funny, and it has alternate dimensions and incredible imagination. That’s one thing that other Pixar movies just didn’t have: they followed the Disneyesque tradition of anthropomophizing anything (including clocks and candlesticks!), a pretty easy place to get when speaking in imaginary terms. It’s not difficult to see how a butterfly could talk where it’s quite a bit more ingenious to take a simple child’s myth and turn it into a full-blown feature. They have my respect for that.

I am rejecting cool. Cool is a myth, a status symbol. It’s like being Nobility in 1700s England: a positional good, something that’s by nature positive. Frankly, you can never be cool. Even people trying to be anti-cool are feeding the cycle: look at how often the anti-cool has become the new cool! Even if you are “cool”, you’re probably just cool in your local surrounding, where cool can be anything from wearing a skinny tie to church, to buying a freaking huge rifle in Alabama. And when you are cool, you have to move on from that point, cause even if you attain that level, everyone is probably attaining it at the same time, which makes it quickly uncool. You want to be cool? Okay, but you’re chasing a moving target: good luck with that. You’ll probably be spending a lot of money on that ride. Here’s a though: don’t feed consumerism. Don’t “dare” to be different. Everyone else is already different in the same way. Instead of daring to be different, dare to be the same. And if that means wearing a grey flannel suit and an undershirt, dammit, you do that.

You know, if you’re a girl without a boyfriend or husband and you want one, don’t be afraid to admit it. It’s a good thing to want. Having a husband (unlike being cool, and only if you’re a girl) is a fundimental positional good. And that was a pun. But only like six of you actually got it, and you’re groaning or gagging. I don’t know which.

I think I’ve become too reliant on smileys to tell me what emotion a piece of writing is written in. Also, to reliant on them while writing. Maybe stuff on the web should be more straightforward or something, but there you have it.

A sister of mine tells me that my blog is boring. So I’m thinking maybe I’ll put up a few pictures of Colin Farrel or that elf guy from Lord of the Rings. And a loud dance track. And fashion tips. And a “what’s hot and what’s not” or “what’s hip/what’s square” or “wired/tired/fired”. This paragraph has been brought to you by the Extreme Sarcasm Channel.

Oh, by the way, no one’s forcing anyone to read this bloggity. Really, you don’t have to.

Last thing: remember that I welcome your comments. If you’re posting anonymously, please leave a name or handle so I can file your name or handle away in the appropriate file. If you’re not posting anonymously, congratulations, Captain Courage. If I used smileys, there would be one there.

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