judging others, judging myself
Monday, Jan. 31, 2005
This afternoon I saw/heard a teenager wearing a knit hat and a smug grin peeling around a corner in a white gel cap of a car, the type found primarily at rental car parking lots. Which made me think of two things 1) It’s impossible to look cool in a white car, and 2) I have no business deciding what’s cool. I wasn’t even cool when I was young; I couldn’t possibly be cool now.
You know what disappoints me about me? When I watch reality shows like the Amazing Race (I feel as long as it wins an Emmy I don’t have to be embarrassed watching it) I find myself rooting for the attractive girls to win. Sure they have to be both attractive and nice, but still, why the hell am I rooting for the beautiful ones? They’ve already won the gene pool and now I want them to win the million? Do I think my rooting for them will cause them to call me up and ask me to dinner on their yacht as some sort of thanks? Yuck, Steve. Very uncool.
