Lojack for Vaginas

 Доверяй, но проверяй

Ronald Reagan loved to tell the Soviet Union his favorite Russian saying, "Trust but verify." It made sense in a time when belligerence in diplomacy was the only thing that could bring the Cold War superpowers to the negotiating table and prevent a third world war. But does that same sentiment work in a relationship?

The main purpose of this new product is to allow men to keep track of their wandering women. With a simple click you can home in on your woman's GPS coordinates and know where she may be dropping these panties. After being both the cheater and the cheatee I understand the need to know things about your woman that may be hidden. You want to believe what she says but sometimes there are doubts. In the old days you would hire a private detective. Today, with technology like this at an affordable price, you don't have to wonder.

My question is, If you don't trust your woman when she is out of your sight, why keep her at all?

Longing to Drown

Nine Inch Nails "The Great Below"

Staring at the sea
Will she come?
Is there hope for me
After all is said and done
Anything at any price
All of this for you
All the spoils of a wasted life
All of this for you
All the world has closed her eyes
Tired faith all worn and thin
For all we could have done
And all that could have been

Ocean pulls me close
And whispers in my ear
The destiny I chose
All becoming clear
The currents have their say
The time is drawing near
Washes me away
Makes me disappear

And I descend from grace
In arms of undertow
I will take my place
In the great below

I can still feel you
Even so far away

When everything seems to be going my way I can still feel my dread standing behind me like a ghost. Waiting to pull me down. Waiting to consume my positive progress. I don't want to stand in the daylight. I don't want to be encouraged and affirmed. I don't want to breathe. End this tiring effort to keep my head above water. Finally take my rest.

Sounds silly and melodramatic and it is so I laugh at myself for feeling this. But when the joke subsides I can still feel that undertow. Drowning my happiness. Muffling my thoughts. Obscuring the sun.

The odd thing is that I can understand these feelings and disconnect them from my own reality (do they really have a valid cause?) and yet they are still there. I can be objective and rational and deconstruct and undermine them and still they remain. It's always been this way for me. I wonder if it always will.

Asian Trophy Golddiggers

I don't know what disturbs me exactly about this: The New Trophy Wives: Asian Women

Apparently the trend among the rich and famous (and really old) is to have not only a much younger trophy wife, but a trophy wife who is Asian.

I did some surfing and listed out the couples described in the article.

Producer Brian Grazer and concert pianist Chau-Giang Thi Nguyen

CBS head Leslie Moonves and TV news anchor Julie Chen

Media baron Rupert Murdoch and Wendi Deng

Nicolas Cage and Alice Kim

Venture capitalist Vivi Nevo and Chinese actress Ziyi Zhang

The article describes this as the Woody Allen effect. Supposedly his success marrying the much younger and obviously devoted Soon-Yi Previn has inspired other wealthy old white men to seek their own devoted Asian arm candy.

Why does this bother me? It happens with white trophy wives all the time. It is de rigueur among that class of men. The appeal of the younger woman is obvious. And the appeal of a rich old white man, while less clear to me, makes perfect sense for them. I can see what they get out of it. But somehow this article made my brow furrow and left me confused.

If I take a stab at why I am perplexed I might say that I thought Asian women were above this. Actually let me expand that. I thought non-white, non-American women were above this. I thought the structure of foreign cultures insulated them the vulgar pursuit of money for its own sake. How in the world can a young attractive woman look at a wrinkled old ugly white man and swoon? I doubt it has anything to do with looks. Dial down these hideous men's facial and bodily features to something worse (Woody Allen naked?? yuck) and I bet these matchups would still occur.

I never thought white women had high standards to begin with so I never thought much of them. And for foreigner poor women who are desperate for a better life or a green card it makes sense for them to do what it takes to survive. They cannot afford to be picky about looks. But in this list all the women were independent before their marriages and some were already well off. So what is it?

Is it just money? If not that, then what?

If you ignore the women and just look at these men but replace their positions with that of an auto-mechanic, how many of you ladies would be after them then???

Ugh, I am getting nauseous.

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It has been pointed out that Nicholas Cage really doesn't belong on this list. He is still close to his prime and isn't a creaking dinosaur like the others. He may have a hairline that is trying desperately to run away from his face but he is in pretty good shape and is still more or less in the limelight. So this essay really doesn't apply to him.

Islands in the Mind

There are only two places I feel totally complete and content: church and when I am listening to music.

With headphones or in my car or at a concert I lose myself, and my melodramatic relationship issues disappear. I've tried to accomplish this tranquil state in other ways and it always fails. Talking about my emotional problems helps my understanding but it doesn't soothe. Drugs and alcohol help dull my pain but they always wear off and the financial and physical cost is high. Only church and music allow me to embrace my current state as it is in a meaningful way. No questions, no judgement, no reflections, just a pure state of being.

If you listen to Björk in this interview, which I have posted before but just rewatched, then you will see how she views music in her life. There is some other level of mental functioning that music takes me to that can provide clarity, ease catharsis, inspire, and calm. She gets it and I get her music.

When I don't understand this world, which is most of the time, at least I know I can escape to my own internal paradise, where what I think of other people and what they think of me doesn't matter. My refuge miles away from the mainland of crass humanity that cannot hear and has nothing to offer but silence.

We are going to see The Horrors on the 24th and The Psychedelic Furs on the 26th. Sometimes life is good.

Mice Masquerading as Pitbulls

Just take a look at this piece of shit.

Chris Brown on 'Larry King Live'

I was witholding judgement until all the facts came out but in reality I knew everything Rihanna was saying was true from jump street. The facts now established and admitted by this punk ass bitch are that he beat the crap out of his girlfriend after a long series of violent incidents. He just went too far during his last hissy fit and left enough damage on the girl to lead to a conviction.

The reason I believed her story so soon is because I know abusive relationships personally and in every case the pattern is the same. First it starts as verbal abuse when the guy doesn't get what he wants or loses an argument. Then it moves to shoves. As his confidence builds and he ascertains her potential reaction, he moves to higher and higher levels of violence. Then when he really loses control and has confidence she will just take whatever he dishes out then he will strike. In examples I have seen the woman often does nothing and will even take measures to hide her abuse and protect her abuser.

This is bullshit.

I was raised in my family to value strength and honor. My grandfather was a professional boxer and my uncles were competitive amateurs. I myself have competed and won in amateur grappling tournaments and judo matches. I was raised to have a strong body and spirit to protect my family, my friends, and my own self respect. When there is conflict (I have thankfully avoided any kind of legal consequences for the real life fights I have been in) I am ready to meet it. It is *always* defensive.

In competition we gain pride by beating opponents that are bigger and faster and stronger than we are. That is what honor in victory is all about: meeting a challenge and overcoming it. Tell me, where is the honor in this:

If you are a man and have hit a woman I want to meet you. I want to provide a challenge to you that your woman just is not physically able to provide. The abuser gets a sense of power when he intimidates his woman. But what kind of power is it to push around a girl half your weight and none of your strength? When I saw one woman I know with a kicked in vehicle door I called her man up. I said, "If you think you are some tough guy come show me what you can do. I am willing to bet I hit a hell of a lot harder than your girl can." He never showed up to follow through on his threats so I think I got my point across. If you want to show power through violence then get a real opponent.

Only frightened cowards get pleasure intimidating the weak. There is nothing honorable about it. It is a sign of inner inadequacy. It is a mark of impotence.

And don't give me that crap about her deserving it or pushing you into it. If you are really a man and not some slack-jawed ladyboy you can control your emotions. If she is that much of a bitch then leave. Taking things to a physical level only shows how weak your *character* is.

Chris Brown should get in the ring with a female MMA fighter. I totally admire them and have secretly wished for years to be in a relationship with a girl this tough.

You think Chris Brown would last one minute in the ring with a professional like this? I think he is a bit too concerned about his manicured appearance and dance moves to ever accept a challenge like that. (And certainly not this one.)

To all the wife beaters and morons with anger management issues reading this, If this post insults you, come see me. I'm your huckleberry.

Sorry for the rant. Pathetic punk irritated me when I heard him justify himself.