So have you seen the video of the Indonesian 2-year-old who supposedly smokes two packs of cigarettes a day? If you haven’t, you should check it out on YouTube, as nearly a million other viewers already have. It’s freaking hilarious, in a perverse “wow, that kid is going to die of lung cancer by the age of 4” kind of way.
What? Oh, so now I’m a horrible person because I think a smoking 2-year-old is comical? Whatever. I may be a horrible person, but that’s not why. I’ve never given a kid a cigarette, and I’m not one of the grown-ups in the video hanging around the kid’s house so I can shoot footage of him blowing smoke rings instead of taking the cigarettes away from him. I’m just a guy who knows funny when he sees it. Read More »
Before I launch into this week’s tirade — because, trust me, that’s what this will be — I would like to point out that I have plenty of friends who smoke, and many of them are even considerate enough to dispose of their cigarette butts in trash cans. I know from watching other smokers fail to do this that it requires a Herculean effort, so I want to applaud my friends who go to such great lengths.
And to those smokers who feel that dropping cigarette butts on the ground is OK, I’d like to ask you a few questions: Read More »
Call me an unsophisticated rube, but I just don’t get modern art. To me, Jackson Pollock’s paintings look like something you might hang on your refrigerator if your second-grader made one in art class, but you’d be counting the days until he came home with macaroni glued to construction paper so you could take the damn Pollock-looking thing down.
This is not to say there’s anything wrong with Pollock’s work, per se. I’m just saying I don’t get it. Someone more in the know than me might look at a canvas covered with random paint drippings and find it the most amazing thing ever created. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, after all. Read More »