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Something funny happened on the way to work…
So… it sounded like a good way to start a piece that I guess I will call my “Jerry Seinfield” piece. It is a piece about, really, nothing. I am sort of without much to comment on at the moment except political fecal matter, and I am really tired of that right at the moment. I mean, I do have lots to say, but I think that I need to take a break from that for a bit. Both for your sake and for mine.
How far do you have to go to get to work each day? It does not matter if you walk, drive, bike, skip or do cartwheels. Do you have to go a few miles or a few hundred? Or are you one of those lucky fools that works from home?
I am a little bit lucky. I work about five minutes, driving, from home… yet I still find a way to be a couple minutes late for work at least once a week. I blame this on bad time management on my part, nothing else.
Several years ago I was offered the oportunity to work from my home. One of my bosses at the time, a guy named Chuck McVay, asked if I would like to work out of my home. Thankfully I was smart enough to say no… my reasons were completely honest… I do not have the discipline to do so without being distracted by all the other things going on in my home. I have my Blog, the TV, three dogs, two cats, a huge DVD collection, large CD collection, XBox… anyway, I am sure you see the problem here. At least I am big enough to admit I have a problem with it and not try then get screwed.
But the trip to work is not that bad. I have several fast food locations to choose from along the way, a Starbucks, a gas station. Speaking of Starbucks, if you have not already tried their breakfast sandwiches, do so. They are actually pretty good eats. Let’s hope that they keep them, since they are having some issues right now and might decide to take that off their menu.
Another thing that stands out to me while driving to work is the other people that I see along the way. I mean, it is not a long trip, so there is no time to develop that interesting “I need to go faster than you” relationship that we all seem to have with the others that we meet while driving. But there are some interesting things to be seen. People putting on make-up, guys shaving, people eating, and the always present people talking on the phone. That is always fun to watch, as it is just another example of what a joke the VC32123 and 32124 laws were.
The people I get the biggest kick out of watching drive are the ones with the unruly children. These are the people that you usually can make out from about ten cars back. The one that is weaving all over the road and the driver is half in the back seat trying to beat the kid with their cell phone or an empty Starbucks cup, having already spilled the contents on the passenger seat or in their lap. These have to be the most entertaining of them all. There is nothing that gets you laughing more than seeing a person losing a fight to a child by acting almost the same age as the child they are trying to get to.
If you have not noticed by now, and if you are a regular reader of mine (don’t worry, I do not think there is such a thing.) I tend to try and see the humor of the little funny things that happen through my life. You never know when you will not have it to laugh at any more, so laugh while you can.
At times like this, I am reminded of a quote from “Buckaroo Banzai: Across the eighth dimension” (one of the greatest movies ever made!!!)
Lord John Worfin:Â “Laugh while you can, Monkey-Boy.”
What happens after “Girls Gone Wild”?
I see the commercials all the time, they permeate late night television preceded by that warning that the following commercial contains adult situations. You are then presented by about a minute of women in various states of nudity. All blocked out in the appropriate areas but the censor panels.
Trust me… I am a normal male and sometimes I am curious about these movies, and I have seen at least one complete video once, but I cannot justify paying for something like this. But seeing these commercials does cause me to wonder about a few things.
Before I proceed, let me tell anyone reading this that I am not berating or condemning any of the people that make these videos. They are all adults and I am relatively certain that none of the people in the videos are caused to participate out of duress.
I understand that there is good money in porn… and in spite of what anyone will tell you, these programs are pornography. They do not, in my opinion, qualify as art. That being said, I can also understand that if the girls in these videos are being paid for their performances, use this as a medium to get fast cash, and for their sake, I do hope that they make some money from these shows.
I do have a concern, though, for the people that participate in these movies. What happens after the initial excitement of making them wears off? What happens when these ladies suddenly realize what they have just done and that they are now the focal point of fantasies all over the world? because I have to think that these are not just sold in the USA, but elsewhere as well.
I am sure that there are those of the women that participate that really do not care that they are now on display, but I am sure that there are also many more that will suddenly have that moment of clarity where they see what they have done as a mistake. Whether it is just after the video is shot, or when they happen to see themselves on one of those late night TV ads or when someone at their REAL job or in their school recognises them and figures that if they made a show like that, then they are probably easy “lays”.
There is no doubt that there is a market for these types of movies. They sell very well, if you read up on the people that put the movies out. But I do wonder what the long term effect is on those that are in them.
If you happen to stumble upon this article, and you are someone that participated or knows someone that has, in these programs. Please share your thoughts with me. I would really like to hear your story.
Thanks.