Wednesday, March 02, 2005


Last night my Dad and I were sitting down to night of unmitigated television watching; interrupted only by talking about pizza, eating pizza, then feeling sick from eating too much pizza. The television viewing started with American Idol then segued nicely into Sex and the City on TBS (not just one episode mind you, two of them). But since Sex and the City was orginally an hour show, the shows on TBS are editted down to 35 minutes, which really messes up our television viewing. At 9:05 my Dad says, "You should probably turn it to channel 69," Occassionally I forget that channel 69 is actually the Bravo channel. I stop and wonder if I'm turning onto some secret porn channel. Then I wonder why my Dad is telling me to watch it. Then my curiousity gets the better of me and turn the channel anyways.

It was Queer Eye for the Straight Guy!!! My all-time favorite show. I love my Dad for remembering to tell me to watch it. I love him even more for watching it with me and laughing at the gay jokes, like Carson saying: "It's ok if you want to make out with me. We could go into the dressing room and just get it on." Beautiful. Well, last night they had this straight actor/banker that was trying to break into full-time acting. The weird part is, the guy kept crying, on camera. I don't mean choking up, eyes slightly watering. I mean, full out weeping. He did it no less than four times. My Dad and I looked at each other, each of us thinking: "What kind of pansy-ass is this guy?" In the backstory, it came out that the guy was raised by his Greek Mom and Aunt. Yup. Now it is starting to make sense. Clearly there was no masculine figure around in his formative years to teach him to bottle those emotions up and stop acting like a sissy cry-baby. I was born without a penis, but even I got that message.

Now, don't get me wrong. Crying is a wonderful human emotion that should be expressed when needed. Males, females, transgenders, or gender-less people should all cry.... to a point. Many single Moms have reported that their sons are the most empathetic in their elementary school classes and that their little boys will still hug and kiss them well into puberty. Fabulous. I can't wait to have that kind of relationship with my son. I love hugging and kissing. I just need to find some volunteers that will teach him: that occasionally punching on the shoulder and saying, "All right, buddy, I'll see you around," is just as acceptable as hugging. There is beauty in a well thrown fast ball. It is never ok to fight to defend your own ego, you should instead only fight to defend the honor or safety of your friend/date. Finally, if you are going to fight (at a last resort), you should make sure that you kick the crap out of the person so they can't run after you. That's all I'm asking for. After all, I'm going to teach him that his Mom is the greatest woman on Earth; followed shortly by his Grandma and Aunt Jen. All women deserve kindness and that most of the time when you cry, it will be because someone has broken your heart or dissapointed you.

PS - The interview at the non-profit agency is today at 3pm. I'll blog about it tomorrow.

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