During my lunch hour (and a half) today, I was walking down 14th street, when I noticed that I was walking behind what must've been an extremely attractive black woman. She was at least 5'10" and was wearing flat-soled shoes, like Addidas Sambas or something. So I was minding my own business, when I start to notice that every single male we pass is staring at her, at least half muttering to themselves or talking directly too her. I've never seen such a collective display of brazen cat-calling in my life, even all those hours spent hanging out at construction sights. So I walked much slower than I normally do, and for the block between 7th and 6th ave let myself linger in this woman's insanely attractive wake. One crazy man was muttering what he'd do to her, turning around to continue talking to her/himself after she'd passed, and almost ran into me. Another slack jawed tall skinny dude said "You got to be a model..." Of the 15-20 men we passed not one failed to at least shift their eyes for several seconds to observe this coco beauty. I wish I could've gotten pictures or a video of the experience. It was like being a ghost, travelling in close proximity to someone completely unnoticed. Of course, just about the one thing I could've done to attract attention to myself would've been to take a picture, which would've confirmed to the cat callers that she was a model or actress or whatever other profession exceedingly attractive woman do. For her part, she never so much as turned her head, flinched, or made any acknowledgement. Just kept strutting down the street. She wasn't even dressed that well, so she must've been quite the looker. I never got to see her face, as she headed north at 6th ave and I continued heading east. For a moment, I considered heading north, because I just had to see the source of all this commotion. All the "Damn..."'s and head turning and mouths agape... i needed to see the source of this. From a distance, she had a certain Gabrielle Union quality to her, only slightly taller. Anyway, it was really interesting to see that kind of thing firsthand.I was just on the imdb.com site, getting the Gabrielle Union link, and the front page is a picture of Renee Zellweger. My God, is she looking creepy. Her cheek bones are all red and shiny, and she's very reminiscent of the Lady Elaine puppet from Mister Rogers that used to creep me out so much. Really. Take a look. She's like a skeleton except for those cheeks and lips. Looks like she got cologen implants or something. Can we get this woman a big sandwich and some powder for her face? People aren't supposed to be that skinny and shiny.
On Monday night, coming back from Times Square with Miss Charming Melodee, I finally got to deface one of those ridiculous Michelob Ultra ads- the ones where people are woking out that say "Lose the carbs, not the taste"- with one of my "Oh, Give Me A Fucking Break!" stickers. That ad, along with the terrible pro- and mostly anti-war stickers that enrage me, was the inspiration for the stickers in the first place. There are still a lot of anti-war stickers, and the more I see anti-war propaganda or hear people talk about why it's wrong, the more pro-war I become. I'm not pro-war though. And the most prominent stickers I see right now are for a peace march on March 22. I thought at first about covering it up with one of my own stickers, but after consideration, hey, I'm for peace. Who wouldn't support a peace rally? What I am not for are the types of idiots and simpletons who will be present, the kind of person who's been creaming their jeans, waiting their whole lives for something to protest in the grand fashion of the 60's. The kind of person who, while claming to be educated and open minded, won't ever try to find any merit in the opinions of those they detest. And that's pretty dumb if you ask me. Either you begin to understand another person's point of view, and understand them, or you just reaffirm your own beliefs. So I've listened to a lot of the anti-war arguments, and for the most part, these people are fools. Short-sighted fools living in a dream world. Here in reality, I wish the war wasn't happening, I do not trust our leaders, and I question the government's true motivations. But the ends justify the means for me in this case. It's really George Bush's (I) fault I guess. If he'd finished the job twelve years ago, we wouldn't be in this mess. And the lose/lose for George W. is that, if he's right and there's a bit threat that needs to be dealt with, there will be no way to actually confirm this if we go to war. The only way to confirm it is sit around and wait. And I'm sick of people who espouse the fact that there's no historical preference or justification for this sort of action. The problem is is that there should be. Just because it doesn't exist doesn't mean it's not valid. If Europe had taken out Hitler, there'd be a precedent. But they didn't. And that's a good thing?
Anyway, the most unique part of this whole thing, from my perspective anyway, is this is the first time I've ever felt affected by my government's actions. During the first Gulf war, or the military action in 1999, I found it all interesting, but really didn't care. Even when I was working for the Navy and setting up meetings directly related to what was going on, I didn't really think about it. But now, I actually worry about the peril that this will put me in. You can feel it in the air. I believe the war is right, but I'm concerned about the repercussions. I was worried about being in New York during the Ides of March. Should I be worried during Easter? But I guess if there's going to be war going on in the world, then it's only right that everyone be affected. I wonder if they'll actually declare war, so we can officially call it a "War."
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