Monday, June 25, 2012

Nipple of My Eye

I just had afternoon drinks with a friend, saying our goodbyes as I get ready to move back to Los Angeles next week. When I came out of the restaurant to walk home, I saw a beggar on the sidewalk, sitting and holding her toddler. She was probably mid-30's, her child about one. She was holding a cardboard sign, asking for money.

If you've read this blog before, you may know that I am no fan of begging vagrants. I believe people should have the dignity to offer something - even if it's just telling a joke - in return for money, rather than just ask for it outright from strangers because they are destitute. In addition, there are simply too many of them on the streets of New York City to accommodate them all. If you decide you're going to be the type of person to give spare change to every homeless person you pass by, you'll go broke pretty fucking quick.

But I had just had a couple glasses of wine, and the baby kind of got to me, so I pulled out my wallet and took out a dollar. I walked up to the woman and handed her the money. And as she leaned forward to take it from me, her loose-fitting shirt fell forward, and...I saw her nipple.

I'm not really sure if I'm a believer in karma or not, but that's about the strongest case the universe has ever made to me in favor of it. Give a homeless lady a dollar, see her nipple in return. That seems like a pretty balanced cosmic equation.

The lord works in mysterious ways.

Thursday, June 21, 2012

Guest Kvetch: Don't Feel Bad for the School Bus Lady


This Guest Kvetch comes courtesy of my good friend Adam. Apparently there's a bastard out there even more heartless than me! 

So apparently this old lady getting bullied on a bus is international news today. You can watch the video here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l93wAqnPQwk. It's tough to stomach, but to summarize, this 68-year old bus monitor is verbally abused for ten minutes on a school bus by a group of foul-mouthed school children. They call her “fatass,” make fun of her sweating, threaten to come over to her house and shit/jizz in her mouth, etc. America’s bright future on display.

The consensus reaction is to pity this poor old lady…she has since received over $160,000 in online donations from people all over the world (in just 24 hours…I assume it will be much more in the coming days). The money is to take a vacation, apparently. And I certainly don’t doubt that she could use it. And I agree that these kids are vile little brats, who could use a good smack in the mouth.

BUT…I have little sympathy for this woman.

First, she’s being paid by some New York school district to be a “bus monitor.” I have no idea what a bus monitor’s job description is, but I assume the main goal is to keep basic order on the bus. In this respect, she fails miserably. The bus is clearly a haven for meanness and bullying. On her watch, it seems particularly just that she be a victim of her own inability to keep some 13-year olds in line.

Also, how can a person who’s been on this planet for 68 years be so lousy at dealing with people? I have no love for bullies; this episode was all too familiar to me, having spent many a bus ride/math class/recess dealing with similar abuse. I can assure you, it is no fun. Then again, I was a kid. I didn’t know any better. At 33, I do now. If I get bullied these days, well, that’s my own fucking fault. This woman should know better than to sit there like a lump and take it, and if she doesn’t, why the hell did she take a job where the one requirement was knowing how to deal with kids? And when she realized her mistake, why didn’t she quit? 99% of jobs do not require you to sit on a bus with child bullies. Go work at the post office, lady.

And let’s ask something else. What if that bullying was directed at another kid sitting in the back of the bus? Does she march back there and set these bastards straight? I’m kinda getting the feeling that the answer is ‘no.’ If you’re too cowardly to stand up to bullies, fine. But you can leave the situation; the geek who has to take that bus home every day can’t. When you accept that job, then fail at it, you cheat that young bully victim of an adult supervisor who could actually use that position to help kids.

And there’s another thing. I’m just gonna come out and say it: She IS a fatass. You wanna spend your golden years with heart disease and diabetes? Go ahead, lady. But while you’re stuffing your fat face with Big Macs, poor kids in Somalia are dying of hunger, and my healthcare premiums are skyrocketing to cover the cost of your second bypass surgery. Now, I don’t expect you to care about that, but you can be damn sure that if anybody’s gonna point out your physical flaws, it’s unsupervised children on a school bus. You might have noticed that during your reported 20 years as a school bus driver or 3 years as a bus monitor.

I suppose a lot of people will say I’m being too hard on her…she’s just a sweet old lady. Why does being old and having a vagina make you beyond reproach in our society? Passive old women like this are nothing to be lauded. Every time I read in the news about some horrible guy who molested his kids for years, I think of what kind of wife could just sit there and let that happen. I’m not saying this woman is guilty of such things. I’m just saying the people who are guilty of such things probably sit there crying and doing nothing and hoping in vain that things turn out okay, just like this lady does. The one comment that is drawing the most sympathy is when one bully tells the woman that "you have no family because they all killed themselves because you're so fat." Very mean, especially because (unbeknownst to the kid) the lady's son actually did commit suicide. No doubt that brings a tear to many a reader's eye. But to me it says: This woman's OWN kid killed himself? Take a fucking hint, lady! You're not good at this!

I don’t think we need anti-bullying laws in this country. What we need is bully defense training. Children should be taught, from a young age, how to deter physical and emotional abuse. Sometimes it requires tough talk, sometimes a punch in the nose. Mostly it just requires making a minimal effort to show people you can’t be fucked with. This lady could have solved all her problems by just taking a strong tone and saying “Okay, that’s far enough. You can’t talk to me or anyone else like that. You do it again and I’m talking to your principal and your parents, and your lucky I’m not your age or I’d smack your smartass mouth. Now act civilized or walk home. We clear?” Or hey, here’s a novel idea: she could just learn how to make friends with kids. But no; in her 20 years of driving school buses, she learned a different lesson: Just ignore them. That’s why everyone hates school bus drivers, by the way. They just ignore the fuck out of you and don’t care what kinds of horrible shit are going on in those seats. She probably thought the career change to bus monitor would be the same, except she wouldn’t have to worry about watching the road any more. How dare those children not just let her do her job in peace…the job of sitting there and ignoring them for eight bucks an hour.

We need people on school buses and in classrooms who can teach good character through example. She can’t. All I see on that video is another case of the many, many adults across the country who work as teachers or counselors and have absolutely no business supervising young minds. Working with kids is about more than just sitting around and getting summers off. I have several friends, and a few teachers through the years, who were born to teach; but they’re the minority.

Bus Monitor Lady, I’m truly sorry you never learned the life skills required to deal with bullies. But you need to recognize your own shortcomings and address them. Enjoy the $160,000 in pity money. Wanna do yourself, and all those kids, a favor? Use it to retire permanently.

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Killer Advice

Curiosity finally got the better of me, and I watched that gruesome, SE7EN-esque video of the Montreal porn star murdering his boyfriend. Out of everything I felt while watching, the overwhelming sentiment I experienced was...frustration.

Why is it that whenever anybody posts a grisly video to the internet, the quality is always so poor? You can barely make out which body part this guy is severing (and then using to masturbate with)! Don't they have iPhones in Canada?

It's not just this guy. When they hung Saddam Hussein, the picture quality was abysmal. You would think somebody would have thought to bring a slightly more state of the art piece of technology than a first edition BlackBerry to such a momentous occasion. Same goes for Gaddafi's demise. Please, Arab Springers, I beg of you: invest in a Sony Handycam and find an amateur filmmaker to bring along the next time you hunt down and execute your brutal dictator. You'll get a lot more hits on YouTube.

But this Montreal guy is really inexcusable. You go through the whole rigamarole of killing your boyfriend, hacking him up and performing sex acts with his corpse, then post the video to the internet to immortalize your legacy, and it looks like crap? Look, I'm not condoning murder, but if you're gonna do it, do it right.

Like this. This is a video I shot with my iPhone of me murdering an apple:


See? Clear as day. And now it's on the internet forever, a testament to my greatness. You're welcome, future ice pick murderers.

Monday, June 4, 2012

God Bless America

I just got off the phone with someone (I won't say who, so as to spare them the humiliation when they eventually come to their senses) after one of our patented political diatribes. "They" are conservative; I am liberal. For the most part, I am a supporter of our president, or any president, for that matter. "They" sincerely believe our president is working hard to bring this country to its knees. In other words, Obama is some sort of treasonous double agent who we're all just sitting around and passively allowing to destroy our American way of life.

Look, I like politics. It's interesting; it's filled with spirited disagreements and so forth. But at some point, we should recognize that we're all on the same side. We have to be able to talk about the president, and that he passed health care, or did that shit in Libya, or how the economy still sucks, or whatever...without it being like we're all just blindly just rooting for or against someone. Because at that point, there's nothing that separates us from Red Sox fans.

"Jeter sucks bro! Jeter sucks!!!"

Is that how you really want to sound?

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

A Man and His Pussy


An anonymous friend wrote up the following synopsis of her latest dating misadventure, which I found amusing. Enjoy.

I was recently fixed up with a friend of a friend. He was described as a nice, handsome, all-around good guy. Of course I was open to meeting him. He called on a Monday to take me out that Saturday...for coffee. At 6 pm.
 “Coffee at 6 pm?” I asked myself. “Did he mean a pre-dinner drink at 6 pm? Or maybe an early dinner itself at 6 pm? Or coffee at 4 pm, maybe?” Because most people abiding by the basic North American scheduling code would at that hour not be having coffee. But I went with it. 

I showed up at the deserted cafĂ© wearing a simple but sexy lil’ sundress and a smile. And there, to my happy surprise, was “Steve”: a tall, dark and very handsome guy with thick Hugh Grant-esque hair circa Four Weddings and a Funeral. Aside from the awkward venue at an awkward time, we were off to the races.

Unfortunately, after a polite greeting, 65 excruciating minutes ensued. This seemingly adorable guy managed to vomit out every ugly detail of his self-described troubled, damaged, unsuccessful and unstable existence. In short, he basically deemed himself totally unfit to date. Or even befriend. Steve managed to spew forth as many deal breakers as he possibly could, in the spirit of "being honest." I tried to veer the conversation away from “I have zero income or savings of any kind” to “seen any great movies lately?” From “I’m moving in with my mother” to “what kind of music do you like?” From “I have social anxiety disorder, ADD and possibly a mild form of Aspergers” to “have you tried that great new Thai place?” It was, in a word, hellacious.

The date wrapped up, he told me he’d love to see me again...then asked me for a ride to the subway, as he had no car. I gotta say, I felt badly for the guy. As I dropped him off at the metro, I knew full well I wouldn’t see him again.

The next day, I received a text.

“Hey! How’s your day going?” Steve wrote.

“Great thx! How’s yours?” I replied, not having the heart to ignore him.

“Good. Do you like cats?”

Random.

“Cats? Actually, I’m super allergic. More of a dog-person myself…”

A full day and night passed before I received the following:

“Hey there. I really don’t want to be an asshole as you seem like a really amazing woman. I’m just not interested in pursuing a relationship with you…something you said the other night was a real deal breaker for me”

Me: “Umm…ok….”  (did HE just brand ME with deal breaker-ness?)

Steve: “I can’t date a woman who doesn’t love cats. My cat is my life. I’m sorry. Take care”

Jaw-dropped, I reply: “Wow. Bummer. Well, I hope you and the only pussy you’ll ever have will be very happy together.”

End scene. Good night.

Sunday, April 29, 2012

Notes from the First World

This is The Scream, one of the most famous paintings ever painted. It's going up for auction this week in New York City, starting around $150 million.


I apologize for the poor quality, but I had to take this picture very much on the DL. Photography was a no-no at this preview.

There are a few things I found noteworthy at this event, which took place at Sotheby's auction house. One is the sheer power you sense from standing next to something worth so much money - simply because other humans have deemed it so valuable. I'm not complaining about that; I'm a huge fan of this work. But it is kind of weird that this one painting - one of four, I learned, that are all very similar but not identical - is worth ten times more than the nicest house I have ever even laid eyes on, let alone stepped inside. White people problems.

But I digress. No, what really struck me was that the officials at this venue had no idea what their photography policy was. You see, there were hundreds of other works of art on display that were going up for auction. Picassos, Kandinskys, Magrittes, Warhols - the finest, most expensive works of art in the world. And I noticed a three-year-old girl taking pictures of them with a digital camera.

Naturally, I pulled out my iPhone and started taking pictures as well. Here's what I captured before I started getting yelled at:




Upon being informed by a lunk-headed security guard that I wasn't allowed to take pictures, I protested, telling of the little girl. I was informed that I needed to get "clearance" to take pictures, and was guided towards the desk in the lobby, and the brainy looking girl who sat behind it. "I'd like to get cleared to take pictures," I told her. A flustered look came over her face. "Which painting?" she asked me nervously. "Well, obviously not The Scream," I said. "But everything else."

Thus began a mad scramble to find out what Sotheby's official policy was on letting people take pictures of the art. She had to call another guy over, then they called somebody on the phone, who transferred them to someone else, who ultimately deemed that I was not allowed to take pictures unless I had a press credential.

"What about the little girl?" I asked.

"We're sorry about the little girl," the little girl said. "That was a mistake. If you see her taking more pictures, please tell us."

So at the most high-profile art auction in the world, they don't even know what their photography policy is. I should have Thomas Crowned their asses.

Friday, April 27, 2012

Dear God...

As satisfied as I am to be a human being, as opposed to some other life form that can't appreciate things such as good Scotch or the films of Wes Anderson, there are a few things that still bother me about our bodies. These are the top three imperfections about people that I'm kind of disappointed we haven't evolved beyond yet.

Pooping
Pooping is so ridiculous. You have to completely stop whatever you're doing, go into a private room, and produce something messy and smelly that must be immediately washed away to an unknown land, and requires thorough cleaning up after. Are you kidding me? There's no better way our bodies could have developed to get rid of solid waste? I'd rather molt out of my skin once a day. And how come we're the only species that has to wipe? Dogs and cats just poop and they're done. With us, it's a whole production. I actually have a motorized toilet I bought online that washes and dries my ass for me, just so I can be a shred more comfortable with myself as I move throughout the world. Let's not even get into the psychological issues behind that.

Also, having to take a shit when there's no bathroom available is probably the most uncomfortable, anxiety-inducing situation I ever have to deal with. It's like 90% of the reason I avoid camping.

Feet
Feet are pretty weird. They're like hands, but without the dexterity or ability to do anything sophisticated. Feet are the hands' lunkhead brother; the Daniel Baldwin to the hands' Alec. Women's feet can be cute, even sexy, if properly maintained. If not, they have the potential to be downright nasty - for anyone who hasn't seen Eddie Murphy's early 90's movie BOOMERANG, there's a great scene that describes exactly what I'm talking about.

Men's feet are always horrendous. Unsightly. Having a man's foot anywhere near my face is akin to drinking a shot of someone's sweat. It's essentially vomit-inducing.

I don't really see the purpose for having individual toes. At this point, feet should just be all one solid mass, the way shoes are. Then, hopefully, those individually-toed shoes will go away as well.

Teeth
Is there any part of the body that's more of a pain in the ass than teeth? I have to clean these things twice a day for the rest of my life? Plus flossing, mouthwashing, etc? Give me a fucking break. Oh, and I love how sometimes when I floss, my gums bleed. So sorry for trying to clean you. I'm pretty sure if my chest started bleeding when I soaped up in the shower, I'd find a different product to use. But no, we just go on getting ready for the day, trying not to worry about the blood in our mouths.

Those trips to the dentist are a real treat, too. Guaranteed pain. Not to mention the four years I had to spend with metal glued to my teeth when I was a teenager, because they don't bother to come in straight. I heard once that there's a high suicide rate amongst dentists, because they can sense that everybody hates coming to see them. The whole thing is terrible. Once people lose their baby teeth and their adult teeth come in, dentists should just rip them all out and install artificial, self-cleaning teeth that we never have to worry about. Think about how much time and energy that would save you over the course of your life.

Side note: the whole losing your baby teeth thing is also very weird and creepy, but I can't get into that right now. I have to go floss something out of my stupid non-cleaning teeth.