A Few Things I Don't Understand

I haven't had much time for reflexion, since I work way too many hours, but there are little things I've noticed that straight up perplex me. Little ironies that leave me scratching my head and wondering, 'what idiot thought this would be a good idea.' Maybe someone out there has an answer, but I have a feeling many of these things are void of explanation.

Justin Timberlake - Seriously, I don't get it, and I never have. I realize he's not of my generation, so maybe that accounts for something. However, I'm not such an old fart that I can't recognize a handsome young man when I see one. Zach Ephron I totally get, and if I was my niece's tender age, I would be gaga, too, because he's their generation's John Travolta (circa Grease). Justin, though, isn't sexy. His looks are awkward at best, and he has a white guy 'fro, which I'm not saying is a bad thing since I'm married to a guy with a Jew 'fro, but as a general aesthetic rule, white 'fros aren't all that great. His music sucks. From that boy band he used to be in up to his latest over-produced, cultivated-in-a-lab, pop tart CD case of shit, his mark on music more forgettable than anything clever he's ever done, including ripping off Janet Jackson's top at the SuperBowl. If someone could take a moment to explain the whole Justin thing, I would be most appreciative.

Where Does the Bra Go? - I don't know if I don't understand this one, or if it just annoys me, but I went out shopping the other day for a dress to wear to my nephew's Bar Mitzvah, and the question I walked away with was "where does the bra go?" All of the new styles include necklines, straps, and a lack of sleeves, which is fine if your clothing size is single digit, but mine isn't, therefore a natural assumption should be made by clothing makers that once you've crossed the threshold into a non-single digit size a bra is an essential. These clothing makers went to school to learn the fashion industry, so why are they so fucking stupid on this issue! Since the age of 11, I've had boobs, and not tiny, training bra-sized boobs, full on knockers. I sport a size that broads in Newport Beach pay thousands for, yet I can't seem to find a dress that has straps thick enough and strategically placed to hide my bra. I ended up wearing something I bought last October, because it had sleeves. It looked good on, but to some degree I feel a bit robbed.

Gas Tax Holiday - Does Hillary Clinton or John McCain really believe people are going to fall for this bullshit. Their great idea for bringing fiscal relief to millions of Americans is to lift the federal gas tax for the summer. For three months we could save a whole 18 cents! Yippeee! That will definitely off-set the 6 million who have been thrown into poverty since 2000, as well as those trimming their grocery bills in order to afford gas to get them to work. If this is the best solution our so-called "leaders" can come up with, then we definitely need to start an honest discussion about revolution. Barack Obama said that their wonderful gas tax holiday would save Americans a grand total of $30, which is why I'm voting for him. He has been the only one (including the media) who has talked about this being nothing more than populist bullshit, and I respect him for it. I just don't understand why these two power-hungry assholes thought it was a good idea.

Workload - Why am I killing myself working close to 60 hours per week for a salary that falls $15,000 per year short of the California average for someone in my field with my number of years of experience? Frankly, why am I killing myself for any job? I made myself a promise years ago that I would never live to work again, but I've found myself in the same predicament 10 years later. Back then I could afford to make work my life, because I was promoting concerts, loved the music industry, and all I had in my personal life was a family I didn't care to spend time with, and a failing marriage that I was running away from. Now, I have a daughter who is the center of my universe, a husband that I love to be with, friends I like to hang out with, and a family I adore, but I never get to be with them, because work has become my life. I've been postponing having another child, because of work, and I know it's unacceptable. If I didn't like the idea of the business I would have been out after two weeks, but at this point, I don't think ideas are enough to keep me working like a dog and neglecting my family. I just don't understand why its taken me this long to figure it out.