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PatchWork by Joyce Whitis |
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PatchWork by Joyce Whitis |
Sex
Am I the one and only person in the entire free world who doesn't give a rat's behind about the sex life of the rich and famous? Sometimes I am downright ashamed to be connected with the "media" and their seemingly endless appetite for delving into the most intimate details of someone's, what used to be private....life.
I'm not talking about just what positions were taken in the Oval Office, that sacred place, but what used to be interesting only to those involved in whatever game they were playing.
Know what? I think it's still only interesting to those involved and besides all that where do these people come from who storm the cameras with bared chests screaming to "tell it all" to the panting world ? Is the power of suggestion just too much for some young women so that they need to feel included in whatever is the current rage, in this case.....sin! They are practically falling over each other in an effort to be included in the growing list of women who know more about the President of the United States than.....well.....the rest of us.
The thing that amazes me is the seeming compulsion to tell all and to tell it at the top of their collective voices. It's as if no female who ever walked past the President escaped his ardor, even someone with a nose the likes of which we haven't seen since Jimmy Durante passed on.
The entire show, for it is a "really big show", seems staged to me. If not, then why didn't some of these pretty young things come tripping forward a long time ago instead of waiting for the "right" moment. Probably time will unravel the thing but for now I'm just sick and tired of not being able to hear anything else on the evening news.
So far as I can tell, sex and temptation have been there since the Garden of Eden and we have all been made to pay for that candlelight tryst. Something similar seems to me to be happening in 1998, making us all suffer, I mean. We are all being forced to listen to more than we want to hear about real or imagined encounters between members of the opposite sex within the confines of government offices.
The whole thing reminds me a little of the schoolboy who had little interest in anything that the teacher tried to teach. She knew he was bright but she just couldn't reach him although she tried everything. One day she heard him express an interest in Aardvarks. Gleefully the teacher searched the library for every scrap of information she could find about these ant eaters and loaded with information concerning their size, habitat, diet, breeding habits, etc. she dumped the information on the boy's desk.
For several hours the young man scanned the material and looked at the pictures then he resumed his vacant stare out the schoolroom window. Frustrated, the busy teacher approached her student. "I thought you were interested in Aardvarks", she said. "Why aren't you reading these books?"
"These books tell me more about Aardvarks than I'd ever want to know !", he answered.
I wish that the powers that be would concentrate on those issues important to running the country like health care, and setting milk prices, and stop slave factories in places like Siapan from making clothes worn by Americans. I wish those women with a burning desire to have their pictures on the front page of every newspaper in the country and tell a story that used to be published only in True Confessions, would just shut the hell up!
I already know much, much more than I ever wanted to know and I'm more than ready to move on. Every woman ever born reaches an understand of what to do with unwanted advances from a man, no matter what his position in life. I'm not talking rape here which is another matter, but I mean those incidents in the lives of most females where all she has to do is just say No.