Lost in Translation

5 Ways Modern Men Are Trained to Hate Women
If you’re not the type to keep up with ugly, soul-killing political controversies, let me catch you up: A while back, hugely popular political commentator Rush Limbaugh lost a bunch of advertisers because he publicly called a college girl a slut and a prostitute after she suggested that health insurance plans should cover birth control. But he’s paid to say outrageous things. If you really want to feel all dead inside, you need to listen to what the regular folk were saying…

6 Things Rich People Need to Stop Saying
We shouldn’t, as a rule, get as angry at people for being oblivious as we should when they’re being intentionally evil. Besides, they can’t help it — that obliviousness is hard-wired, a product of evolution that, really, kind of explains all class tension in the world. The rich, along with all of us, are biologically programmed to not notice their advantages.

5 Creepy Ways Video Games Are Trying to Get You Addicted
Gaming has changed. It used to be that once they sold us a $50 game, they didn’t particularly care how long we played. The big thing was making sure we liked it enough to buy the next one. But the industry is moving toward subscription-based games like MMO’s that need the subject to keep playing–and paying–until the sun goes supernova.

It’s the morning after.
I’ve managed to survive without Mad Men.
Somehow I’ll carry on without it until it comes out on DVD.
The way I’ve survived without Breaking Bad.
It’s one of those first world problems.
But still.

PS. American mad, not British.

Little known fact: All Americans have their state of origin tattooed on them. This woman, who works in a bicycle shop in London, is from the buckeye state. It appears sideways in this aerial photo.

I removed my tattoo using Marmite, which dissolves anything and must be washed off almost immediately lest it eat through the skin.

More arm art.     More Ohio.

Recently returned from a visit to my family in the homeland, where I argued with my father about Obama & drones not the bees, bought a bicycle which will hang idle for 51 weeks of the year, observed endless car commercials and mounting national hysteria about gas prices, grooved on flat country roads, visited the Toledo art museum,  inadvertently led some guy on, and rediscovered the largely out-of-print Cleveland author Don Robertson, one of the greatest things since sliced bread. There is a story in all of these, but I’m still working towards the World’s Least Prolific Blogger title.

Miss Margaret Ridpath is a creation of Robertson. I haven’t finished the book, so I don’t yet know how the universe meets its fate.