"Don't you hate pants?!"

This guy does, at least when they're worn by embittered, man-hatin', bull-dyke feminazis (you can always spot them 'cause they wear pants.)

What's not sexy is feminism (not to be confused with femininity), which is directly responsible for the disappearance of our beloved dresses and the adoption of pants by the "new woman." Like all fashions, pants are symbolic of something - in this case masculinity - through their allowance of physical activity. Dresses, the antithesis of pants, symbolize femininity through grace and elegance. Men find elegance in women to be attractive, and dresses are a physical manifestation of femininity. The wearing of pants by women represents the masculinization of the fairer sex, which is not at all attractive.

I don't know about you, but this is exactly the kind of guy whom I'd look to when wondering "what is sexy?"

Of course he doesn't just hate uppity trouser bitches: in the comments, he makes it clear he doesn't like faggy dudes either:

If it helps, I think that men have a specified place in society, and I'm equally offended by men with tight pants, pink shirts, and long hair.

Oh, it helps. It helps a lot.

Sign 'o' the times

What's it say about me that I hear about the upcoming free Stars show (scroll down) and instantly think "Man, that'd be cool, but no way I'm lining up for hours to try and get in. Besides, Sunday's laundry day!"

And I used to really like music.

Week in brief

Went to this:



Watched this:



Going to this.

That's about it.

These days I seem to think a lot about the things that I forgot to do.

Update time!


My first autumn (or "fall") on the west coast has been quite pleasant. Unlike home, where fall typically consists of two weeks in mid-October, we've had two months of clear, blue skies, crisp air and glorious gold and red colours. I understand this is a bit unusual, as this time of year is generally a lot greyer and damper. But I'm not complaining.

Halloween was yesterday and I'm quite shocked at how into it people are out here. I went for a bike ride around the 'hood after diner and I've never seen so many trick-or-treaters. I suppose that's because, unlike home, its more fun to trick-or-treat when there's not a foot of snow on the ground. Oh and people here love fireworks. there were little crackers going off everywhere all night and some folks were even setting off big Roman candles on their front lawns. I would have tried to get a pic, but my camera batteries died. Suffice to say, it was neat, though a bit like being in Baghdad.

Speaking of bikes, I just bought a new one:




Don't get me wrong: I still love my trust Raleigh, Wintson, but the damn thing is made of steel, which makes it tough to ride and impossible to stop in wet conditions. The new bike is aluminum so it's surprisingly light for its size. It's a dream to ride. Problem is, I'm super paranoid about it getting nicked, being in crackhead central and all.

Beyond that, the last month or two have been pretty uneventful. We've mostly settled into a new routine, which despite being in a new city, is a lot like the old routine. Still, it's nice to have options to pass on for a change.