Put the Hot Wax Away, Boys

You know what bothers me? Hairless man-chests in movies. It's really, really starting to get to me on a deeply intrinsic level. I absolutely hate it. I find it perverse and disgusting how boyish and shiny they look all the time. It's just -- gah *growl*! I HATE YOU ALL!

Most men have chest hair. If you doesn't, fine. Congratulations. You naturally live up to Hollywood's ideals on man-body-hair beauty. And it's a good thing. It's a naturally-occurring, testosterone-showing trait of the male species that makes women think, "Virile male. He will make healthy children." Without it, there's a certain part of women that is left confused. Take for example the movie 300:

Look! Look at that! Wrong, wrong, WRONG! A Mediterranean male would not be smooth as a babe's bottom upon his chest. It is, frankly, unattractive. My eyes are pulled away from his fabulous red cape and intense method actor gaze to his bald, shiny lady-man chest. And chest hair is attractive. Look at this sucker:

Sean Connery? Hot. Oh yes, his chest hair too. Especially his chest hair, even. He's just so manly and . . . mmmmm. Ending this now.

I don't really have a point to this post. It was just something that really started to irk me, so I decided to share it with you, because I know you love hearing me complain.

And if you think I made this update just to showcase shirtless men then you are pervert.

Bring Out the Hickory Stick

Oh my gosh, I feel horrible. I cannot express to you, dear readers, how very sorry I am that I have failed you with my sporadic updating. I'll really, truly try to make this more regular.

I know I said that I would move back to political topics now, but suddenly I'm having second thoughts. I think (and give me your opinion on this) that it would be better if I continued to make this a humor blog with random political posts thrown in at random. If you'd like to hear more political posts, though, I suppose I could work them in. I've just reached a point personally where I no longer want to dwell on and whine over problems, but rather take an active approach in solving them. Not to say, by any means, that the two are mutually exclusive, but I feel (perhaps arrogantly) that I'm simply enabling what I perceive as the conservative do-nothing sickness by writing political satire.

Anyway, I've rambled enough. Give me your thoughts on where you'd like this blog to go, and have a very happy Sunday.

Oh, who's da wittle kitty? You are! You are! Ooo, you're just adorable, yes you are!