As the lost Lenore has gotten uber-busy with her Free Range Kids project, I have noticed that Rosemary B. has begun writing intriguing stories out of the Lenore-vein for the New York Daily News. Most recently, she posted a request for experts to comment on a report that indicated that "one out of every three men would rather play video games than have sex." So, as a former relationship/dating columnist, "Single in the City," for the now defunct BALTIMORE EXAMINER newspaper, I felt obligated to reply...
My thought on this is to look at it from the other angle, i.e. this also means that TWO out of every THREE guys would indeed rather have sex than play video games. So who are these obstinate abstinents? The geeks, nerds, uncool, less than attractive (at least by society's current standards), the living-in-their-parents'-basement types as described in William Shatner's famous SNL tirade, the guys coming out of bad relationships, divorces, guys who have had bad experiences in the sexual realm (i.e. just one too many criticisms about inadequate performance, inability to secure a prescription for Viagra, those recovering from STDs), guys who wouldn't have any interest in sex whether there were video games or not (shout outs to you both, Percy and Ulysses!), and those guys who prefer StoveTop stuffing. You add all that up, it's probably MORE than a third. So that covers it
Friday, April 3, 2009
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
The Un-EXAMINER Life Not Worth Living?
I had the great good fortune to write for the BALTIMORE EXAMINER for the nearly three years of it's life here in Mobtown and thoroughly enjoyed the experience. In fact, I had visions of retiring in 20 years from my full time gig in PR and spending my days writing for the EXAMINER, continuing my reviews of local theater (which now has lost its chief forum), talking about relationships (though youth readers probably wouldn't want to read the ramblings of a 65 year old single guy...if I'm still single by then...though I probably will be) and generally being recognized as Baltimore's favorite bon vivant. Well, kiss all that goodbye, sister. Still, it was a good run, I had fun, made some bucks, made some friends, and hope, as they say, that as this door closes, another one will open...hopefully not in front of an empty elevator shaft...
Nothing lately from Lenore, hopefully she'll have something weird for me to talk about again soon!
Nothing lately from Lenore, hopefully she'll have something weird for me to talk about again soon!
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
It's 2009. And???
Since the Lost Lenore has been so uberbusy preparing for the debut of her book on FREE RANGE KIDS her requests for insights regards anything else have dwindled like the value of my condo, leaving long stretches of nothingness between my blog entries, so I decided I'd post an entry because, like nature, the internet abhors a vacuum and who doesn't love a good Hoover?
It's 2009 and the year, at least for me, is sucking like the proverbial black hole in space. I can't find Stephen Hawking to remedy the situation and have become even more depressed watching ARMAGEDDON WEEK on the History Channel. Anybody notice the fact that all SEVEN SEALS OF THE APOCALYPSE are upon us, 7 seals we can't club? Is the giant super volcano which is Yellowstone National Park about to go KA-BLEWEE, sending humanity, Yogi, Booboo and the Forest Ranger into the after life? Around me, friends have lost loved ones, are dealing with serious illness, legal matters, and economic doom and gloom. Fortunately, CHANGE IS AT HAND and we are all hoping...praying...President Obama will guide us into the light. Even though I voted for "the old man," I'm pullin' for The Big O. Anything has to be better than the neofascist government (let's be straight on this, the last 8 years have NOT been Republican, or Democrat, or anything else we're used to...Whigs, Federalists, whathaveya) we've had messing things up. I'll be camping out in front of my mailbox, waiting for my stimulus check...of course I didn't get one last time, whazzupwiddat?
Well, that's it. Nothing more to say. Not going to wallow in a pool of self pity. Best advice: suck it up, keep working hard, keep putting money in your 401K so when the stocks rebound, we'll all be in the gravy. Well, it's a theory. Beyond that, am hoping the Orioles sign somebody who wasn't playing in the Italian Softball Beer League last winter. Oh, and GO RAVENS, tame the Titans!
It's 2009 and the year, at least for me, is sucking like the proverbial black hole in space. I can't find Stephen Hawking to remedy the situation and have become even more depressed watching ARMAGEDDON WEEK on the History Channel. Anybody notice the fact that all SEVEN SEALS OF THE APOCALYPSE are upon us, 7 seals we can't club? Is the giant super volcano which is Yellowstone National Park about to go KA-BLEWEE, sending humanity, Yogi, Booboo and the Forest Ranger into the after life? Around me, friends have lost loved ones, are dealing with serious illness, legal matters, and economic doom and gloom. Fortunately, CHANGE IS AT HAND and we are all hoping...praying...President Obama will guide us into the light. Even though I voted for "the old man," I'm pullin' for The Big O. Anything has to be better than the neofascist government (let's be straight on this, the last 8 years have NOT been Republican, or Democrat, or anything else we're used to...Whigs, Federalists, whathaveya) we've had messing things up. I'll be camping out in front of my mailbox, waiting for my stimulus check...of course I didn't get one last time, whazzupwiddat?
Well, that's it. Nothing more to say. Not going to wallow in a pool of self pity. Best advice: suck it up, keep working hard, keep putting money in your 401K so when the stocks rebound, we'll all be in the gravy. Well, it's a theory. Beyond that, am hoping the Orioles sign somebody who wasn't playing in the Italian Softball Beer League last winter. Oh, and GO RAVENS, tame the Titans!
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