Why are so many people fascinated by disgusting body secretions? When I was a teenager, puberty was not the most kind to me, forcing me to make zit-squeezing a hobby of mine. While I didn’t enjoy having breakouts on my face, I got a strange pleasure out of popping pimples, especially if they shot out onto the bathroom mirror (something that irritated my mother to no end). I’m not going to contest that it was a disgusting enterprise, and to … Continue reading →
Why are people so shocked/appalled/offended by a woman breastfeeding? It’s hard to believe that something as natural and as old as the human race can stir such controversy. Maybe it’s just me, but I have difficulty in understanding what the fuss about breastfeeding in public is all about. A baby is hungry, the mother feeds her baby with her milk. Simple problem, simple solution, so you’d think. Apparently, even the partial view of a human female breast in the non-sexual … Continue reading →
Why are some people pushy? Who doesn’t know someone who’s pushy? It can be your your co-worker, friend, spouse, or parent. It can be someone tall or short, blonde or brunette, young or old, male or female. Pushy people come in all colors, shapes, and sizes. They’re all around us. We see the kid in the store pushing his father to buy him the toy he wants, the wife in the doctor’s office pushing her husband to tell the doctor … Continue reading →
Why do so many women (and men) go for elective plastic surgery? If you ask me, I think plastic surgery is a wonderful thing and one of the great medical advances of the 20th century. For people who have been born with deformities or who have been disfigured in accidents, plastic surgery is a godsend to help reconstruct both their physical features and their lives. What I have difficulty in accepting is people having plastic surgery not for purposes of … Continue reading →
Why do so many of us like sugary or greasy foods that are bad for our health? I’ll say it right up front: I’m not perfect. I try to buy healthy foods at the supermarket and make quick, easy meals that won’t make a beeline to my stomach or hips as soon as the fork goes past my lips. Occasionally, though, the little devil that sits on my left shoulder says, “Ya gotta be a little bad sometimes. Go get … Continue reading →