Today’s Quote: “The smallest minority on earth is the individual. Those who deny individual rights cannot claim to be defenders of minorities.” ~ Ayn Rand
Song: Run Through The Jungle
Artist: Creedence Clearwater Revival
Album: Cosmo’s Factory
I’m down to counting down hours now. These separations are never easy for me, even the short ones. The longer the separation, the harder it is. But this one is almost over. In less than 72 hours we’ll be together again.
This evening I watched Living With the Kombai Tribe: The Adventures of Mark and Olly on the Travel Channel. It’s about two guys who lived with the Kombai tribe in West Papua, New Guinea for several months. It was quite interesting. I also find it interesting that programs of this sort always have the “indigenous nudity” disclaimer as if to warn me that seeing naked people might be harmful, shocking, or otherwise traumatizing. Come on, these people live in trees in a tropical rain forest. Of course, they’re living naked or nearly naked. I don’t know how these guys could stand wearing clothing there.
And why go through the trouble of blurring the genitalia? These people have the same equipment between their legs as we do so it’s not like we don’t know what’s there. The context of indigenous nudity is even less sexual than an average nudist venue and I can attest to how nonsexual those are. These people are living as natural as you can get. I swear, only prudish Americans could possibly find anything sexual in it. We are such an immature society.
A beautiful young woman is getting dressed for work one morning in her high-rise apartment building. She glances out her fiftieth-story bedroom window and sees a window washer outside.
Thinking she will rattle him, she slowly takes off her dress.
The window washer just goes about the business of cleaning the windows. Next, she removes her slip in a very provocative manner. Still, the man just keeps working away. Taking her striptease to the full extent, she takes off her bra and panties and begins parading around her room. The window washer still takes no notice of her.
Finally, the woman walks over to the window and just stands there, totally naked, staring at the man outside her window.
At last the window washer puts down his pail and says, “What’s the matter, lady, haven’t you ever seen a window washer before?”