In the random googling I just did to bolster my memory about the Julia Roberts scandal (OMIGOD), I was surprised by how vehement some of the women writing were about the wrongness of various bits of female body hair. Like, I dig that you don't dig it, on yourself or others, but to have such deeply seated feelings that it's wrong seems like too much feels for the appearance of other people.
It's amazing how bad Ion TV makes Leverage look. I'm watching numerous episodes of Flashpoint, and their Leverage promos are almost making me doubt what I know to be true about my past appreciation of and current anticipation for the show. They just make it look so low rent and awkward and uncharismatic. Uncharismatic!
Gnargh. There is a frustrating niche in web business that I wish I could work out how to boycott--it's a weird sort of link aggregator--they provide "maybe you'll like" clusters, but if you click on something they don't take you straight to what you thought you were going to, and in fact, your intended destination may be obscured with a list of other links they're presumably getting paid to stuff down your throat. The links in the first place were pretty much always shallow, so once I get distracted I end up closing the window, since it's not worth working at--it's like Cracked-level articles, but less substantial. Don't make me think about these choices, internet. I don't respect these urges. That's not the me I want to be.
Why is Russell Wong shilling for Ikea? Sadface. Vanishing Son, my brother. You deserve better.