Buckets, Ugly Sluts & Slip-on Uggs

Buckets

Buckets courtesy of Bo Mackinson

Why must we as a society label and categorize every aspect of our existence? Moderate, conservative, liberal, the left, the right, gay, straight, bi, black, white, and other.

We have created so many buckets to contain ourselves that we will eventually lose sight of what we were trying to set ourselves apart from. Dang it we even have buckets within buckets.

What’s wrong with just existing? Living each day to the full and accepting and if need be rejecting people as you encounter them? Life is for living not subdividing!

Ugly Sluts

Courtesy of gwalton1

Out and about this weekend I came across two young women. Probably in the their very early 20s. What caught my eye, from a distance, at night with very bad lighting, were curvy bodies, high heels and the chatter of young women. Like any male I had to investigate. So I did. I felt like a fish that swallowed a lure. So like most men that have been let down by their own foolishness I to had to blame the women.

Slip-On Uggs

Courtesy of Moodahocka's camera phone

Really what is the point of an Ugg slipper, slide, or mule? Isn’t the rationale behind Uggs is that it’s a very warm boot or shoe? If it’s cold enough outside to wear Uggs then wear Uggs. Does having your heel hang out really make that much of a difference?

$1000 Sex vs. $100 Sex

Starbucks vs. Dunkin Donuts

Image courtesy of Seattlepi.com

Now that I have your attention, the real title of this entry is Starbucks vs. Dunkin Donuts.

I know you guys are smart enough to realize this is by no means a taste test comparison of two the nations leading coffee brands. This is more of a look at the mind set that often comes into play when discussing ones favorite brew. Just for full disclosure I prefer Starbucks.  I have tried the others, D&D, 7-11, various diners, break room and even instant coffee. It does not bother me that the majority of the folks do not like Starbucks. Is it not about choice? What does bother me though is that the non Sbux drinkers will deride us for spending more on something that we enjoy. As if all pallets were the same. Should that be the case why not a monochromatic world and season less food? There is no comparison, for better or worse, between the various brews.  Yes it is all coffee just like $100 sex and $1000 sex is still sex. But what do I get for the $1000 that I do not get for the $100.

• Environment – I can enjoy my cup of joe in an environment that suits my lifestyle.
• Choice – Sbux provides me with a constant variety of new flavors and blends to try.
• Class – This is not about the people per se but more about the experience. Sbux educates its customers. You either get it or you don’t.

You see my point. Although ultimately sex is sex and each provider will produce the same outcome (snicker snicker) but perhaps for the $1000 I am in a posh hotel and not in the back seat of a car. Perhaps for the $1000 I am with an educated, worldly and entertaining host. For the $1000 I had the chance to pick from a selection of the most beautiful and talented women for which to satisfy my carnal desires.

Continuing with my prostitution metaphor. Perhaps I tried the $100 street walker and by some good fortune also got to experience the $1000 call girl. Yes they both performed the same service but as I described above what made the difference was how it was offered. Maybe for some those differences are irrelevant but for others they are deal breakers.

I guess all I am saying is that there are choices out there.  The ones you choose are just that, the ones you chose. Let me enjoy my $2 cup of coffee and I’ll let you enjoy your $1 cup of coffee. After we are done with our hot aromatic beverage we can bask in the warm after glow of post consuption satisfaction.

With the tough economic times perhaps making it yourself is actually the best course of action. If you choose to do so why not learn a little bit about how to make a really good cup of coffee. Here is a good place to start…

Strip Club Philosophy

Recently I have been equating some things to their equivalent strip club counterpart or as close to it as I can get. Why, you ask. Well simply for the hell of it. I’m not really into strip clubs but I do find them interesting. Just as interesting as the articles in Playboy.

The psychology behind strip clubs is well documented and there is no need to regurgitate these. Regardless of where you stand on the morality of strip clubs and the behavior within you must admit that when you examine the mind sets of the patrons that you almost feel a little sorry for them. You see what I fail to understand is this; Ordinarily sane men who would pinch a penny out of their nether regions will without hesitation “make it rain” dollars to see women take their clothes off and do cool tricks with their private parts. This is where it gets interesting. You see after they have “made it rain”, they do not get to go any further with these women. Hundreds and sadly at times thousands of dollars are literally cast on the floor and the only thing you may have to show for it is some wood. WOW wood. They paid for a flippn’ hard-on!

OK let me illustrate this further. Going to a strip club is the same as going to a car dealership and giving the dealership money so that you can sit in one of the cars. Depending upon the dealership you may not even get to touch the car (steering wheel, shifter, doors, etc.). Thats right, you pay to sit in the car and enjoy that new car smell. If its a really high end dealership you pay to just walk in and look at the cars. If you touch any of them you may get kicked out (no refund), if you are taking up space and some one else is willing to give the dealership more money you have to give up your seat but you can still hang out in the dealership. So now that your appetite for the vehicle is whetted you want to test drive it. Your palms are itchy with excitement, your heart races as you think about reving the engine and peeling out. You ask the dealer about getting a test drive and you are summarily asked to leave. Off you go out of money and no test drive. Then you show up again next week and do it all over again.

Silly isn’t it? Who of us what dare waste our money in a car dealership like that? Week after week, just giving our money away for the privilege of sitting in what we consider to be a hot car. Well that is exactly what you do when you go to a strip club. Please do not get me wrong, if thats how you want to spend your money then thats your business. I on the other hand just do not see the need.

Back to my original thought. Strip clubs are by no means the standard by which we judge the sexuality of women. If anything they highlight the most despised trait of women (despised by men at any rate). The “tease”. They tease men into thinking that they are going to get some nookie. Isn’t that how society works though? Are we not often teased into thinking we are going to obtain some great prize by paying dues? Are we not lured in by the sounds, smells and sights that society flashes at us on a daily basis? Only to be let down when she informed us we only paid to see the show and not for the nookie. Yet we keep coming back. Yeah every now and them she feels pity on us and gives us a lap dance. Get a boob in the face perhaps. Nothing wrong with a nice tit. Then what she leaves. Leaves you wanting. Time and time again. The pay off is never what we want just more teasing to keep us coming back. I don’t know about you but that is some serious BS. I’m a human I have needs.