The Halls of INJustice (an ongoing list)

1. Madonna is in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame (WTF?) - Motorhead is not (WTGDFH???)
2. Stan Lee (who I admit is cool, but...) is getting filthy rich seeing his characters turned into mostly bad movies - (estate of) Jack Kirby and Steve Ditko are not.

3. The Ramones never had a platinum record - Michael Bolton has had a few.

4. Invasion and American Gothic got cancelled way too soon, The World According to Jim and Las Vegas are still going.

5. Male Celebrities I admire despite the fact that I want to hate them because I'm jealous: George Clooney, Brad Pitt, Hugh Hefner, Christian Bale, Kid Rock, Daniel Craig

Shall we dance?

FOR THE LOVE OF GOD - are there any 50ish women out there who are NOT looking for a man who likes to dance??? I hate to break this to you girls, but.... most heterosexual men over the age of 30 (who are no longer drinking compulsively) don't really care that much for dancing. Why? We (white guys) look really stupid dancing, our innate lack of rhythm combined with little enthusiasm for looking pathetic in public makes for a really sad spectacle when we are sufficiently desperate enough for female companionship to get up on the dance floor to begin with. By "female companionship" I, of course, mean sex. SO... in order to woo the female of the species, who seems to have this need for some kind of mating display from the male, we "guys" often need to get well oiled on alcohol before working up the noive to "dance", which after 3 drinks, amounts to standing in place, a shellshocked kind of grin on our red faces, with our fists clenched while bobbing like one of those boxing kangaroos. For some perverse reason the ladies seem to encourage this unseemly behavior to the point where the male (definitely the lesser of the human genders) becomes convinced that he actually CAN dance, and is indeed a GREAT dancer and so, with the help of a few more stiff drinks, moves on to the "simulated hump" style of movement where by he starts dry humping thin air, or his partner's backside, while clapping (off beat) to the music and yelling "whoo" at inappropriate times. If the female enjoys the level of stupidity the male is willing to undergo in the pursuit of her favor, and she is further willing to consummate the mating ritual, she soon finds out that her sweaty drunken paramour is far too inebriated to be of any use to her. Ladies, is this really what you want?? I think not, I hope not, I pray not. Couldn't we just go to an indie or foreign film where professional actors with great bodies engage in "relations"? Then, if so inclined, we can retire to a mutually agreed upon boudoir, make out for awhile, turn down the lights and GET IT ON! Think about it - ok? Want to share your thoughts? yell at me? call me sexist? ask me to the movies?