I feel like blogging. Not. Really sure if I have anything to talk about? Yet, here we are.
So, it’s V-day. And I have no grand plans. Nor do I think this blog would be fun if I just recounted or foretold events of my everyday life on a regular basis. What I do want to discuss is PETA. And how freakin’ tired of this tirade I am. How did “don’t impose your beliefs on me” totally miss these people? Oh, because when we say “be open-minded”, we’re just talking to Christians and heterosexuals. Everyone else is free to completely offend me and since they’re anti-traditional, they must be right. Hows about you guys go bother all those Hell’s Angel and throw red paint on some grizzly lookin’ dudes in leather chaps, eh? Why so worried about the fashion choices of frail, waif actresses? So, I get it; you don’t believe in wearing the pelts of animals. Great. I do. I shall. And I will also continue eating meat. Three times a day, if possible, because I not only enjoy the gamey taste, I have no ethical dilemmas whatsoever. I mean, are you serious? And I get everyone has their calling and there’s room for people to have passions outside of – let’s say – things that matter but… why must every story about Britney’s kids welfare segue into how PETA is increasingly concerned for the welfare of her teacup, London? ?!? Seriously? I guess my brain is the only one going in circles when I meet a poor-posture-having, hemp-clothes-wearing vegan talk about the plight of the Alaskan timberwolf even though she completely supports abortion.
Please come home soon.
So, there’s my blog for the moment.