Thoughts

Covington v. Phillips: A Jedi Mind Trick Game of Chicken

Without having been there, and based on the information already out there, this is my best guess as to what went down between the Covington High School kids and Native American war veteran, Nathan Phillips, at the DC March for Life on January 18, 2019.

In the beginning, based on a whole slew of videos, it seems that there was a small group of Black Israelites going up to various people saying very inflammatory and aggressive things. The group of Covington kids appeared to be one of their targets, and there was some sort of a back and forth.
Nathan sees the large group of mainly white Covington kids wearing MAGA hats, some singing and dancing, and some engaging with the small group of Black Israelites.
Nathan approaches the kids, likely based on the incorrect assumption (and primed to have this assumption by the divisiveness of our country) that the Covington kids were the aggressors and picking on the small group of Black Israelites.
Nathan places himself in front of the kids, probably wanting to protect the Black Israelites, not knowing they were the actual aggressors.
The Covington kid, probably primed for confrontation after being riled up by the Black Israelites and the divisiveness of our country, waves his friends down because…he got this.
The Covington kid and Nathan lock in a head-to-head Jedi mind trick game of chicken, where the Covington kid stares down Nathan with a degrading smirk (his version of Nathan’s beating drum), and Nathan beats the drum in the kid’s face. I mean, for either of them, not a very comfortable situation.
During this head-to-head Jedi mind trick game of chicken, supporters from each side start throwing verbal punches. Because, at this point, no one really knows what is going on, but they know they are angry.

Thus, it makes sense that the Covington kid is saying that he felt Nathan picked them out, and Nathan still believes the Covington kids were the aggressors. Like it or not, that bright red MAGA hat has become a symbol of fear–the type you cross the street over if you are not white. This MAGA hat, especially sitting on the head of a white person, carries with it an apparent authority of the White House and white power. If I were at the rally and looked over not having audio or context, I might also incorrectly assume that the Covington kids were picking on the small group of Black Israelites and want to intervene.

Unfortunately, in these dark, divisive times, there has to be a winner and a loser. There isn’t much room for understanding and misunderstandings. There also isn’t much room for shared accountability, where many people are at fault:

Black Israelites picking on people.
Nathan, assuming that the Covington kids were picking on the Black Israelites.
The Covington kid, staring down Nathan.
No Covington chaperone to step in, if they were present, to stop this Jedi mind trick game of chicken.
Nathan, beating the drum in the Covington kid’s face.
Everyone, including myself, making assumptions about what happened before all the information has come out.

Just consider it.

We all have biases, but we have the ability to look beyond them. We can be better. All we have to do is listen, think, and empathize. I know, just impossible, right?

Happy MLK Day. I Can’t Wait for America to be Great Again. Can You?

This is not my fight song. This is my sorry song. During this weekend of reflection, while I watch the MAGA Covington Catholic High School kid/Native American war veteran Nathan Phillips story unfold, I am filled with great sadness. The blind and tone-deaf comments, from both sides (myself included), which used to fuel me, impassion me, now show me who I have become. I wish everyone would take responsibility for their actions, and stop the vicious cycles of hate begets hate, and hate excuses hate.

I am sorry for a lot of things. Genuinely. I am sorry to the people I forgot and who feel forgotten (*this and all following apologies do not apply to those who are actual racists, bigots, and assholes). I am sorry they are still forgotten. I am sorry for the times I took a side just because it was “my side.” I am sorry for the unkind things I have said, though, I am thankful for my right to free speech, which I hope we all continue to take advantage of as a vehicle to voice our frustrations and differing views. I am sorry it has come to this. This is not who we are as a country, and I am heartbroken.

I did not vote for Trump, but like everyone (statistically), I know and love some people who did. Sometimes I am filled with so much frustration and anger towards them, it feels like hate. But, I know and try to remember that when my day or theirs comes, I may not be thinking of the political choices and missteps I felt they took, but how they treated me, how they loved me.

It is difficult to know who represents me in the ivory tower now, certainly not the extremes or the fringes, maybe sometimes the outraged, but not always. I grew up a “Republican,” became a “Democrat,” but now, I don’t know what I am or what those terms mean anymore. What I do know, is that I miss the character and leadership of President Obama, even though I did not agree with everything he did. I am inspired by Senator McCain. Just as he called Obama “[m]y President,” McCain was my representative, though I have never lived in Arizona. He was a war hero who fought so I could enjoy my rights, freedoms, and safety as an American citizen. He conducted himself in a way that made it clear he put our country before himself, even when his love of country was not reciprocated. I find comfort in President Bush Sr.’s words, “I am a quiet man, but I hear the quiet people others don’t” because it reminds me that there are people listening.

To the members of Congress, I know it is hard. Hard to do the right thing, hard to do your job, and hard to keep your job so that you can do your job. I hope that you will dig deep and find the strength to do what is right for our country, and to learn to have compassion and understanding before you are personally visited by what you oppose. The federal government employees that are affected by the shutdown are not pawns, they are mothers, fathers, daughters, and sons; they are public servants whose job every day has been to protect and serve all of us.

It is becoming clear as additional details come to light that the Covington/Phillips incident is more complex than initially reported. As this investigation progresses, I hope we fight the instinct to double down on what we think we already know, have the humility to put aside pride to seek the truth, and do the right thing. Apologize, where apologies are due. Learn from the mistakes that were made. Own and take responsibility for our actions. It will be cathartic, and show credibility. For their part in any wrongdoing, the Covington High School kids involved and their parents should suffer shame and remorse and face consequences, as we all should when we do things that are wrong. As this story unfolds, same to whoever else may have had a part in instigating or otherwise cooperating with what culminated in the showdown caught on video. Hate cannot excuse hate. Shame is a minimum cost of doing business when we make bad decisions, but also a motivator to be better. It was an important preliminary step for Covington High School and the Diocese of Covington to apologize and clarify their position as they did.

Despite the current confusion of what actually happened and whether it could be a mutual misunderstanding that escalated, every time I watch the video, the confrontational intent behind that smirk seems so clear. Even if the video only captures a single moment in a larger context, the visual of that single moment as experienced through that particular angle/point of view, fuels a desire to personally expel the kid with the “punchable and untouchable” smirking face, physically wipe that smirk off his face with my fist, and watch him cry. Admittedly, if the kid’s account is true, this is probably undeserved. Even if the kid’s account is false, however, there is a last, minuscule, struggling spot of optimism left in me that still wants to believe that compassion begets compassion, that education will matter, and reform is possible. My hope is that this is a turning point for the kid and he becomes a champion for the people and issues his recent actions appear to oppose. I know that a hope like this may sound naive, but I also believe that it is this type of hope that is the thread of the fabric of our society, and that which may inspire this kid and others to do better. We cannot give up hope.

I implore everyone (including myself) that while we continue voicing frustrations, to not be lost in them. That instead of being stuck in “remembering how we got here,” we reach forward for the strength to act effectively. Or at least, strategically. Because we need to get out of this massive ditch. For those of us who know and have the ability to do better, actions such as “going low,” calling people stupid, and constant reminders of the difference in education level between those who support Trump and those who don’t, with certainty (and even under the rules of logic), will not win the discussion or alter beliefs/positions. These actions may, however, distract from the objectivity of “real” facts that are presented, and isolate and push people more extremely into their beliefs–just as those in Jim Jones’ cult, who may have been reasonable people, but became so isolated that they only had each other as sounding boards and to guide their behaviors.

My hope is that we open our arms and our ears, if only ajar to start, and have the tolerance to accept opinions we cannot change for the benefit of moving through this dark, divisive time.

HBO’s ‘Westworld’: Why you should be a fan, spoilers and the finale

It has been years since I have written. Mostly, because I have been demoralized to the point of silence with everything that has happened/been happening in our world. Counterintuitive, yes, but such an excess of material to work with overwhelmingly depressed me. My muse for this entry you ask? Uh, read the title. Westworld, thanks for bringing me “back online.”

Westworld is a mind blowing HBO series, killing it in its freshman year with an average of 11.7 milion viewers (more than Game of Thrones in its first season). Inspired by the 1973 same-named film, written by none other than Michael Crichton…RIP–you will always be the man. Season 1 has 9 episodes, and the finale was last Sunday. The good news is it has been renewed for a second season, the bad news is that we may have to wait until 2018. Help!!!

For those who don’t already know, Westworld is A.I. all the way. Hold on, hear me out. The premise: humans build a Western-themed amusement park and fill it with android hosts that/who set the line between you/me and machines ablaze. For an easy $40,000 a day, crazy rich park guests can find out who they truly are (i.e. guests can rape/torture/kill hosts at their leisure). Or not. But usually so. Every night host memories are wiped and dead hosts revived, so they can live another tomorrow of horrors without anyone feeling bad or guilty. The memory erase speaks to how human-like the hosts are–they feel pain and can suffer. Which makes everything that much more super messed up. Of course, glitches (intentional or not) ensue and the REAL joy is finding out who and what we are as we watch these machines struggle through personalized mazes to self-awareness aka consciousness aka humanity.

Cyborgasmic, amiright? This pulse-thumper also showcases a boatload of eye candy, talent, and train wrecks you can’t help but stare at, including:

1) 2) 3) 4) 5) 6) 7)

1) Evan Rachel Wood is host Dolores Abernathy, the ingénue enigma (LOVE her…Wood was previously engaged to Marilyn Manson FYI); 2) James Marsden is host Teddy Flood, the sensitive hottie; 3) Thandie Newton is host Maeve Millay, the Madam; 4) Sir Anthony Hopkins is Dr. Ford, the brains behind the park; 5) Jeffrey Wright is Bernard Lowe, the host version of “Arnold”; 6) Ed Harris is the Man in Black, the villain with a cause; and 7) Jimmi Simpson…who I’d consider dating...is William, the young Man in Black.

Westworld’s mind blow factor is present because at any point in time, you are asked–no, begged–to face every sense of your reality. Great segue, if I may say myself.

Time really is relative

There are several timelines in play. For example, Dr. Ford relives the happiest time of his life by creating host versions of him and his family from his childhood. Occasionally, he is seen hanging with the fam in a secret part of the park, and engages in vague banter with his younger host self. That’s nice. Also, hosts are hanging on to bits of memories, so are they living in the present, or in a flashback? Dovetail to the cherry on our sundae, we find out that we have watched things unfold on multiple timelines. Confirmation that Man in Black=William was a-mazing.

“Human,” are we?

Yes. There’s the whole A.I. thing with host metrics such as intelligence, emotions, trust etc. that can be adjusted with the flick of a finger. Cool beans. Yet, Westworld has us more focused on what sets us apart from these feeling/suffering/loving hosts who like Pinocchio, just want to be real goddamnit. In fact, with the whole nightly memory wipe, we almost long to be a host à la Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Not only that, but they can be revived whereas we can die…like, permanently. Maeve threatens to kill a human in the most eloquent way, asking him (paraphrased): you think I’m afraid of death? I’ve died a hundred times. How about you? However, as Bernard and Dr. Ford put it, how can you evolve and truly be human without consequences or self-awareness, mistakes or suffering? Daily abuse aside–a pretty good sell as to why being a host is better. At least to people like me who avoid emotional pain at all costs.

The finale: where do we go now that Dr. Ford has been shot in the head?

Ok, that wasn’t really a spoiler. Hosts die and come back all the time (it’s their job), and we see dead people recreated as hosts. Plus, was that the real Dr. Ford? Or host Dr. Ford? Though since there are a lot of heavy hitters here, it troubles me that there could be major cast changes like in True Detective. That was sad for me.

Back to the finale. Is it cheesy that the center of the maze, and the center of that electronic looking thing in the host scalp ~~(I just vomited in my mouth a little)~~ is self-awareness?

Maze–> Host scalp–>

Yamaybe. But the options of what the center of the maze could be/represent, are limited…by nothing other than our little minds. Dolores, however, delivers the cheese rather beautifully. In her almost always quivering voice (not as annoying as one would imagine), Dolores realizes that the center of the maze–the key everyone is hot and bothered about–is that the voice guiding her decisions and actions is her own, not that of Dr. Ford/unknown source. ~~Though I mean, come on, it still kinda is~~. We see hosts evolve, starting to make decisions based on the memories they can string together. By “starting to make decisions,” I mean in a pick your adventure type of way. But, it won’t be as easy as that.

I suppose the biggest finale shocker is that Dr. Ford and the Man in Black are the “good” guys because they want to liberate the hosts (allegedly)…which is a little weird, since they are serious deadbeats the entire time. We have Dr. Ford who forces the hosts to be human by keeping them in a daily hell of rape, torture, pain, suffering, and/or murder. Then, we have the Man in Black who perpetrates all of the previous inhuman things for fun while trying to figure out how to free host minds so they can fight back. Terrible ideas, all around, for an amusement park. Especially now, since it appears that the hosts will be poaching the park’s guests. Très Jurassic Park with a sadistic twist. I mean, not that I agree with said park, but let’s be honest. About 11.7 million viewers are watching this with me.

I’m dying to know where we are going. Like are we going somewhere? Or should I be paying more attention to the road? There are the possible token outcomes i.e. A.I. is used to control the world, as weapons of war, for servitude, as replacements for loved ones, or playing out the whole humans will be replaced by robots business. Maybe, Westworld will dally with religion more (though I like how they’ve kept it to a tickler). In the finale, the hosts are like, these humans–these gods–are no big deal. They die. In nasty ways if the hosts have anything to do with it. One has to wonder how or why the hosts know/understand, or are programmed to know/understand, the concept of god[s]/God specifically. Nevertheless, Dr. Ford is also like God didn’t really create humans because Michelangelo shrouded God in the shape of a brain. Apparently, in real life, this was pointed out by a gynecologist.

With the church, the church basement where everything came to be, the church being so close to the center of the maze and leading us to the maze, the church being covered with sand and then not, and some things Dr. Ford said, maybe we’ll see how religion came to be amongst us silly humans. There are also potentially other worlds, like “Samurai World.” But eh, “it’s complicated.”

<–CHURCH <–SAMURAI WORLD/RED HERRING?

Anyway, the other thing you should know is that the soundtrack kicks serious butt. Did I fire Napster and hire Spotify to hear it? You bet. Think haunting, twisted, orchestral scores and Western automated piano renditions of classics like Paint It Black. Rock on Ramin Djawadi (also known for GOT). You are #thebossman. And very good looking as well.

Thank you Westworld, for allowing me to find entertainment in my life again.

Amen,

BTB

Raving Rants: 2,100 photos, ISIS, and Einstein

Have the 2,100 Abu Ghraib photos been released yet? I don’t know, but I am so sick of reading how these photos do not endanger American lives. And yes, I understand that a federal judge much smarter than me disagrees. Although it will never be the right time for the photos, I am fairly certain now is a bad time.

We’ve seen what 3 beheading videos have done in the US. I did not know James Foley, Steven Sotloff, and David Haines. Most of us did not have the chance. But we feel the disgust, the heartbreak, the hate when we see the images. Thoughts of killing the executioner in various fashions undoubtably cross many minds. Now imagine seeing 2,100 more videos.

What if we only saw:

And read the full transcript of the beheading video here.

The facts do not change. Isn’t the death of James Foley just as egregious? Just as disgusting? Just as heartbreaking?

Americans are being picked off solely because they are Americans. The Brits, because we’re friendly with them. Men, women, and children in Syria because “they don’t follow Sharia Law.” Violence is never rational. You think after seeing 2,100 new photos, ISIS will be like, oh, no problem, it doesn’t change a thing…different time…different people.

It’s important to understand that you can’t argue with crazy people. The rules of reason cannot apply. And every normal functioning person has something they are crazy about–try converting a democrat to republican, or a Christian to Islam…resolve science and religion, Palestine and Israel. Convince the Pope that birth control is A-OK. Or simply, persuade a vegan to start eating meat. There are plenty of more intelligent and accomplished people than you and I, on both sides.

The torture at Abu Ghraib–it’s disgusting, revolting, and people must be held accountable. Maybe the ACLU and the Department of Defense can stipulate to the contents. Maybe some of the greatest minds and humanitarians out there can figure something out. Want to protect our troops? American lives? Bask in the warmth of the Freedom of Information Act another time. You don’t have to be president to help win this war (ok, it hasn’t officially been declared but whatever). Tone down the entitlement. As if in another country you could find things like the FOIA or a little thing called the Bill of Rights. Wait, you know of such country? Well don’t waste time telling me about it. Move there.

Google will show you the photos already public–the images of abuse, torture, rape, and murder. Abu Ghraib is not a secret. Tell me even 1 more photo like this will not endanger American lives.

Every situation is different, even if imperceptibly. This isn’t about a media black out or preventing ISIS from having veto power over what we see or don’t. It’s about doing the right thing.

Rant over,

BTB

PS Oh, and if you want to crap all over my point of view, that’s fine too. I would be crazy to argue with you about it. According to Albert Einstein: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results = INSANITY.

Thought of the Day: Suing the President is Such a Good Idea, Said No One Ever

It’s official. The House of Representatives has voted that Speaker John Boehner (not to be confused with sext offender, former US Representative Anthony Weiner) can sue President Obama. Although Boehner asserts “[t]his isn’t about Republicans and Democrats…,” he is, of course, wrong. The 225-201 vote on Wednesday was down party lines. Only 5 Republicans had the sense to side with the Dems.

Speaker John "Side-Eye" Bohner and President Obama

House Speaker “Side-Eye” Boehner & President “Stop Hating All the Time” Obama

This particular hot mess is over executive orders, essentially where the president writes something down that has the force of the law. Roosevelt issued 3,522 orders and George W. Bush issued 291. Obama is at 183, which is actually fewer per year than any president since Grover Cleveland in the late 80s. Hey Congress, you gridlocked? How about a little executive order in your face? Republicans are not on board with any of it. Some orders, such as the negotiating with terrorists one, are toughies. However, Republicans are focusing on the President’s “unilateral changes to the Affordable Care Act, known (now ironically) as Obamacare.”

Republicans, I get it, you’re caught up in the moment. With a country so divided, it’s tough to jump off the party boat. But, you’re losing me on this whole Obama is bad enough to sue but not bad enough to impeach action plan (uh but I also don’t think you should impeach Obama). What are you hoping to happen? That Obama learns his lesson and stops making executive orders? Spoiler alert: he won’t. And hold up. Does Obama’s salary come from taxpayer money? Are you using my money to sue me for more of my money? #wtf.

Setting aside any opinion about the war in Gaza (pray for #peaceinthemiddleeast), I’m going to offer a solid quote by Israeli Prime Minister Netanyahu “…a society is tested not by the extreme fringes of that society, but how it takes care of them.” To clarify, moving towards the fringes is frowned upon.

Republicans, your move to sue Obama, real fringy. FYI–when people call you fanatics and/or fringy, it is not a compliment and it is not because they are jealous of you. Our President isn’t perfect. He is, after all, just a man. But 99% of you are probably lawyers or have sued someone or have been sued. Or at least read the news or watch TV. You know how much money and time lawsuits consume. Appeal the orders, negotiate, there are other options–we’ve resolved more and less serious issues without this lukewarm resource-wasting lawsuit junk.

Especially with everything going on in the world, you’re doing exactly what you are trying to prevent. When thinking about the oaths you took–57% of Americans do not agree with what you are doing–and this is something totally in your control. It’s hard to believe that at any time in the future, any one will look back to reflect, wow, that move to sue President Obama…really outstanding, so tremendous. Think about that Republicans. You can still do the right thing.

#dotherightthing,

BTB

P.S. To cheer you up….a mom took the most adorable photos of her 10-month-old baby and their rescue dog:

Raving Rants: Oscar Pistorius Did Not Just Compare His Pain to Holocaust Survivor’s

Oscar, please tell me this isn’t so. Not only did you “accidentally” kill (say it) your girlfriend by shooting her with exploding bullets, play the victim in the resulting South African murder trial, and allegedly run over a dog while texting, get out, shoot the dog in the head, and drive away. Now you’ve gone and compared your pain to that of a Holocaust Survivor’s??? Mercy. Seriously, mercy. You are so special that all these improbable things had to happen to bring you to where you are today, aren’t you?

OP’s ~~sobbing and vomiting~~ High Court murder trial in Pretoria, South Africa is on break, scheduled to resume August 7, 2014 for closing arguments (Gerrie Nel, I can’t wait!). YouTube will probably have the video.

Apparently (full article on Yahoo! Sports), for the first time since Feb. 14, 2014 (exactly 1 year after he shot Reeva Steenkamp), this is what OP tweets in rapid succession: a psalm, a photograph, and a passage from an Austrian psychiatrist and Holocaust Survivor. These me, me, me tweets come after OP’s 30 day psych eval (that annihilated any psych defense), and after OP’s defense team rested (because no one wanted to testify).

Uh…..outrageous….

even more outrageous….

#wtf???????

The passage is from a book written by Holocaust Survivor and psychiatrist Viktor Frankl. In “Man’s Search for Meaning,” Frankl discusses the concept of Logotherapy, where a basic principle is “life has meaning under all circumstances, even the most miserable ones.”

Only your actions are not making sense. Your attorney looks like he is doing everything he can (except maybe the deal with Roger Dixon), and your family and friends are doing their best to support a loved one.

This outrageousness must stop,

BTB

Thought of the Day: Come Tinder

I have successfully avoided Tinder since its inception in 2012, but I caved ~~48 hours~~ 72 hours ago. Instead of doing something productive or interacting with actual people, I’m collecting as many good looking people as I can. Before we progress, here’s a quick run down:

Tinder what?

Tinder is a location-based dating/mating mobile app with the properties of crack. Generally, Tinder allows nearby users who like each other to connect. If you’re not a user yet or don’t know what it is, here’s some genuine, heartfelt advice. Approach Tinder as you would a STD–if you don’t already have it, don’t try to get it.

Quick start Tinder tips

♥ no Facebook account, no Tinder. Although some basic FB info like your first name and age appear on Tinder, no Tinder activity should appear in FB. There are no posts like, “Hi, I just joined Tinder!” or “Congrats you finally got a Tinder match!”

♥ You can only upload pics to Tinder from FB. Pics that are hidden in FB cannot be uploaded.

♥ Tinder informs users if they have common FB friends. On one hand, there’s a bit more security, accountability. Plus, the ratio of “deadbeat friends” versus “responsible friends” can be a nice tie-breaker. On the other hand, anonymity may be compromised. FYI–some people are creating fake FB accounts. Want Tinder to get as creepy as MySpace did? Keep doing that. BTB does not like.

♥ In a nutshell, Tinder shows you pics of nearby users. You like, swipe right. Discard, swipe left. Distance and some other preferences can be adjusted.

♥ The following is very important. You get one chance to decide on a user, and cannot move on until you do. Accidentally swiped left? You have blocked this user permanently and can never Tinder them again. There are probably exceptions or ways around this, but you’re better than that.

♥ Two users must like each other in order to communicate. Stalkers and psychos, this means the feeling must be mutual.

♥ Hotties with extremely large hearts will love this. When Tinder is used as intended, a user should not know that they have been rejected, or who rejected them. The photos appear in random order, and there is no log of photos swiped. This tip is not applicable, let’s say, if a user right swipes an ex they really want back. I think we all know what will happen.

♥ Once two users match, Tinder congratulates them and rewards them with Tinder text capability. Because the communication is via Tinder, no personal phone #s need to be exchanged.

Here are some conversations to have with yourself when deciding on profile pics:

♥ Is this pic of me, taking a picture of myself, using the reflection of a dirty bathroom mirror (aka ghetto selfie), with my messy child-like bedroom in the background sexy? Or a little frightening? No one wants anything to do with any of that. Even if the bathroom is really nice, what are you thinking? Ew. You have very bad judgment.

♥ What does taking a selfie, from a bizarre angle, in my beat up OR really expensive car, say about me? This does not even make sense. You are very strange and have bad judgment.

♥ Should I lie? We all do it to some extent. I’m not lecturing here, just being realistic. Men: imagine. You’ve waited for this ice cold, refreshing beer all day. You tip your head back, about to let the good times roll, and you get a mouthful of room temperature hard cider. Dig deep. How do you feel? Ladies: remember when you were about to take a shot of grain alcohol because your Tinder man obviously does not clear 6 feet like promised? Now imagine shooting back dirty water.

♥ Some comforting news. Men, it is futile to lie about your height. Don’t worry or think about it again. If you lie, the following is a certainty: your date will be sulky and hate you. Not only are you short and have low self-esteem, you are a liar. She may be a sweetheart and not verbalize this. But I promise, she is thinking it. Leaving out your height can also lead to frustration and guessing, resulting in an undeserved left swipe. Women are experts in determining height based on very little information. You will be compared to anyone/anything in the picture–a barstool, the glass you are holding, the ocean in the background, etc. More likely than not, you will be assumed shorter than you actually are. The reality of this height issue is that there are plenty of hot shorty women who do not want to look like tiny children walking down the street. Some hottie women could care less about height. Admittedly, I am a hottie who cares. My preference is above 6’1″, but it’s nice to see a guy say hey, I’m 5’10” it’s just who I am. A beautiful face and/or hot bod and/or personality can make up for height. If you think this is just for the daters, not maters, you are wrong. With the lights off, it is very difficult to see how tall you are. And if it’s really good, we’re not paying attention to your height.

♥ Ladies, men, no old/inaccurate/really blurry pictures. Hotties will not waste time on you. If your photo is date stamped 2007 and it is 2014, you’re assumed to be ugly, possibly a hoarder, and living in the past. If it’s blurry, something must be very wrong i.e. bad acne/wonky teeth/very ugly. Long hair don’t care? Show up with a pixie cut and see what happens. You are also assumed to have no friends (any good friend/acquaintance/stranger would spare 5 secs to take a better pic).

♥ Remember, you’re essentially saying these are the best pictures of me, and I am doing my best to represent myself. Again, if you think this is just for the daters, not maters, you are wrong. Even when the lights are off, some things cannot be unseen.

Cheers,

Brain Trust Babe

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