Saturday, February 20, 2010
I Don't Care
Trust me ... the following is not a commentary on Tiger Woods, golf, sex or the art of text messaging multiple partners. It's really about the guy brain/ girl brain thing ... on steroids.
I'll admit I was probably in the minority among men and women this week. I didn't watch the apology and really haven't paid attention to what was said since. However ... when Woods picture popped up on the TV tonight, I made the critical mistake of saying to Debbie: "Isn't everyone over this already?"
Debbie answered, "Does that mean you condone what he's done?"
"What? No. I really don't care one way or the other."
"Of course you don't. He's ruined his family, has set a horrible example for the country ... and you don't care."
"Um ... yes ... that's right ... I don't care."
"So this country can be overrun by scumbags like him and it wouldn't bother you at all?"
"I thought we were talking about one guy who screwed up badly. I'm not taking a moral stand ... I just said I don't care."
"If someone dropped DEAD in this restaurant tonight ... would you care then?"
It was then that I knew Debbie had taken that dangerous turn into ... Theresnoanswerforthequestionbecauseitdoesntmakesense Land. We husbands know this terrain well. There's no way out.
"So ... you care about THAT and you don't even know the person ... but not about a celebrity who is a terrible role model for our children."
"Well ... since our children are all over 21 they can really make up their own minds ... but what I'm saying is that he is a great golfer and a crummy husband ... but I don't really want to hear about his sex life any more. I just wondered why people keep talking about it."
"Because people are INTERESTED that's why. Maybe it would be good if you were interested in something other than he is a great golfer."
"I only meant ..."
Damn ... She always seems to get in the last word.
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