Anonymous, from, well, somewhere, writes...
You are sick!
You obviously don't have children.
Maybe you need to go to church.
Not everything is about sex. Twisted...
Thanks for your questions, Anonymous.
First, am I sick? Nah, I think "sick" is a strong word. Are my perceptions of everyday events distorted by the work that I do? Most likely. And I think that most peoples' are. Whether you're a teacher, a lawyer, or a Purdue chicken factory worker. I see incest and sex crimes every day, so maybe I think it's less of a sensitive topic. But if you don't think it happens, you're fooling yourself.
Second, do I have children? Nope.
Third, do I go to church? Yes, I do. I don't blog about it much because I like to write about what I would like to read about and, frankly, I think that religious blogs are boring. I'm not saying religion is bad or that religious blogs are bad, I'm just saying they don't interest me just like a blog about power tools wouldn't interest me. However, I do attend church regularly, I volunteer and give to charities, and, perhaps most importantly, I feel that the work that I do is God's work. I believe that working as a public defender is something that is supported by the Bible in that I help the poor and that I seek justice for those that are most often overlooked.
Fourth, you note that not everything is about sex. I agree. In fact, I think that most women would agree.
Finally, twisted? Yes, I thought the commercial was.
Thanks again for your questions. And if you have any more questions, please send them anonymously to my comments box. I'll be sure to answer them when I'm not too busy doing God's work.
Editor's Note: I realize that this comment may have really been in response to the previous comment, which read
The commercial freaked me out a little too. The only think I can think of is that he saw his wife in his daughter, or one of those "man, she's really grown up quick" realizations. Although, if he started porking her, that would all fly out the window (and wouldn't hold up in court, I'm sure). Your Honor, I know I was in my daughter's room...but honest...I thought I was boinking my wife.That might actually make more sense. But, far be it from me to ignore a reader's comments...
And, if you got here late, and you're wondering where all of this is coming from, it all started with this post.