i'd like to preface this by saying i truly happen to love dogs, but it skeeves the heavenly bejeesus out of me to see young men walking them. sorry guys, but all i see when i see that cute little dog of yours is someone who can't, for the life of themselves or others, get it the fuck together already. a dog is such an unfortunate scapegoat - your insecurities, your hopes, your disappointments, your desires, your fear to speak to that really cute redhead next door: all of them just come to a big fat furry head in little ol' Bo, your terrier poodle dachshund mangy but somehow super cute mutt mix. i mean, come on. sure, every furry friend needs a home, but show me ONE dude with a dog who has a stable relationship outside of the one he has with Tuesdays at Pet Smart and wee-wee pads.
by accident, i started keeping a tally of men i saw walking little dogs. i found myself inadvertently furious with the pooch, when really i was hating the guy for not getting himself behind a fucking ox somewhere and making a man of himself already.
somewhere in there, i also found out that goldman sachs employees constituted the second largest group of private contributors to the Obama '08 campaign. the first was the university of california, but who cares: dogs don't even make it into this conversation - we're all just a bunch of big fat nasty pussies.
by accident, i started keeping a tally of men i saw walking little dogs. i found myself inadvertently furious with the pooch, when really i was hating the guy for not getting himself behind a fucking ox somewhere and making a man of himself already.
somewhere in there, i also found out that goldman sachs employees constituted the second largest group of private contributors to the Obama '08 campaign. the first was the university of california, but who cares: dogs don't even make it into this conversation - we're all just a bunch of big fat nasty pussies.
