Friday, January 18, 2013

Role model wanted

LUCAS JACKSON / REUTERS

Once again a hero has fallen from grace. Lance Armstrong is finally coming clean about something from which even his most ardent supporters were probably having trouble defending him. And everyone is up in arms about how we were duped, how he lied, and about how much time he spent riding the coattails of the Livestrong foundation.

I'm not sure why we can't separate the talent from the person. There is no actual logical reason why a sports phenom MUST be a good person who stands up to society's moral codes. In politics, one can navigate the halls of Congress with dexterity and influence positive measures and still be a total bastard. A surgeon can save lives time and again through careful precision and a sharp eye and still be an abusive parent who embezzles money from the hospital. Moral fiber and skill in something are not required to live together.

And I'm not certain that the hypocrisy lies with the "offender." I believe the hypocrisy lies in us. We simply do not ever once allow for humanity in our heroes, and we continually confuse the art with the artist.

I don't believe Lance Armstrong should be honored for his role as a cyclist. I think it's right to strip him of his titles and competition should never be open to him again despite any effort to set the record straight. There is no amount of apologizing that will restore the lives he's crushed with the machinery of his denial. But I'm not sure why a dude who can pedal a bike is so glorified anyway. I'm not sure why a dude who carries an oblong ball fifty yards is a national treasure. I don't know why a skilled guitarist is a paragon of character. Entertaining, yes. Valued, yes.

But no one should be asked to stand on some kind of impossibly high moral ground just because of something they can DO. Lance Armstrong is an asshole, no doubt. He's a egotistical blow hard who got all wrapped up in himself and his "art." But he's not a monster. He used his name (and our eager, frothing love of him) to do good for cancer research and that is still desperately needed. The two sides of Lance Armstrong don't offset each other obviously, but they really don't need to.

We shouldn't keep confusing the art with the artist. The cycling and the charity are two different things. And he's one man, complete with a staggering array of good qualities and bad. I think that's really all of us, if we're remotely self-aware. Maybe we should look for heroes made of strong moral fiber rather than strong muscular fiber. If we can't do that we need to be honest and admit that the content of a man's character is not our measuring stick for the position of role model.

In any event, the truth is that we can't have it both ways.


Monday, January 7, 2013

Things I Like

Okay this is the first blog post for the calendar year, and one thing I'm going to try to do is pay more attention to what's good because honestly...I can't handle seeing all the bad and hypocritical happenings in the world. So here are a few things I think are just swell, in no particular order.



Snyder's Sourdough Pretzels.
You can eat these plain, dip them in melted cheese, cover them in mustard or crush them and put them on chicken. They're good no matter what you do with them. And they make me happy. But sometimes they make me thirsty.






Teavana Pixie Tea Glasses.
I got these for Christmas this year and I ADORE them. They're light and feminine (like me, DUH) and they make my tea look so fancy. I think you can probably put a little candle in there...perhaps a, wait for it...tea light? And it would be pretty too. Gents, there's nothing wrong with having a little class when you drink tea. And single gents - it wouldn't kill you to have something kind of cool in your place when you entertain a  lady. These make me happy.




Lush Cosmetics - Bath Bombs
My favorite...the Sex Bomb. Yeah that's right. Here's what Lush has to say about the Sex Bomb:

"What's in a name? When it comes to the Sex Bomb we take the moniker seriously. A must for any romantic bath, our world famous sphere of sex appeal contains all of Nature's most potent and seductive ingredients we could think of to get you in the mood for a good...bath."

Neato, huh?



Uhh, I love BACON. Just, a ton of bacon. As much bacon as one person can eat without having a coronary on the spot. Sweet, delicious, savory, salty, perfect bacon. On potatoes, on french fries, on pizza, on brussel sprouts, on salads, on burgers, on other pieces of bacon, on ice cream, on pasta...BACON.
Do you see that bacon is perfection? Not bacon made of soy or soy product...bacon. I prefer mine humanely raised and sort of suddenly, surprisingly killed. I hate that an animal has to die but oh my word, I really think that my love and reverence for the sacrifice has to equal out the carnage. Here is the only kind of Bacon I don't like: 









Unless it has other pieces of the RIGHT KIND of bacon on it.






Bourbon.
The pictured bourbon is my current favorite, but I'm open to trying and reviewing others if any bourbon maker out there wants to send me a sample or 17. The best thing about bourbon (besides EVERYTHING) is that it goes with all your bacon dishes. It also goes with your mouth. And that's why I love it.






Tiaras.
I mean...really. Once I've set myself up with a bowl of bacon covered pretzels, poured some bourbon into my tea glass (which looks A LOT like tea!) and drawn a sex bomb bath, what's left EXCEPT the tiara?

I'm a lady after all and this is how I live.