I'm sitting back half-watching "Def Poetry" on HBO. It's a pretty good show - some of the material's profound, some of it's not. Some of it's funny, some of it tries too hard. Overall I like it, but what bothers me is that just about every performance is closer to rap than poetry. You can seriously start to hear a beat under some of these people as they rhyme - um, "speak." Not that I don't appreciate the rap, I just think you should call a spade a spade.

It's as if Russell Simmons and Mos Def have pulled a sleight of hand on a bunch of HBO execs, and found a way to infuse earnest old school rap & hip-hop into the mainstream disguised as "poetry." Well...on second thought, maybe that's not such a bad thing. Maybe that's pretty cool. I wonder what people like P. Diddy and 50-Cent think when they watch this show - people bringing rap back to its honest human core, without all the bling and thuggin.

(And yes, I just said "bling and thuggin." What's your point.)

Anyways, you people pay me to blog, not pretend I'm David Edelstein.

For all you bloggers/journal-keepers/6th grade diary keepers out there, I offer this interesting cautionary tale. (Free registration to the Washington Post required)

On second thought, the 6th graders probably shouldn't read without parental supervision. Homeroom teachers, sue this guy, not me.

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Right after I read this article, I almost had a similar thing happen to me. No, unfortunately I didn't sleep with 6 women within the span of a week.
The CEO of my company suddenly asked me about drinking the guarana-packed sobe after midnight, an episode I mentioned the other day in a previous post.

My heart went up in my throat...I hadn't told him about this blog. Had Wat Suan Dok tipped him off? Was this his way of letting me know "I'm reading...VERY closely"? I immediately racked my memory to recall if I'd railed on my place of business in any previous entries - 'came up empty. (phew!)

'Turns out it was a false alarm - not that it would be terrible or off-limits for the CEO to read anyways. He's a great guy. If he's reading this. Actually, a co-worker had seen him drinking guarana root (the real deal, powder mixed with water) and mentioned my late night energy drink mishap directly in conversation. Still, it makes you think - cover your butt, you never know who's reading!

And before I sign off...I just can't resist.

Six guys!

SIX guys?? In like a week?

Jesus Christ! Has anyone tested this girl?

And frankly I am shocked and outraged at the double standard at work here - I feel the need to take a courageous stand:

I don't know one guy - not one guy who's been able to accomplish the same feat. Brad friggin Pitt could not bed six girls in the same amount of time! George Clooney? No way. I give him maybe five, but that sixth girl is looking at him like he's creepy and putting the moves on waay too fast.

It's time we men are given the same rights as women. ...I'm just saying!