The Only Sure Thing

I was reading the Blog of Death and found that on their list of Dead Playboy Playmates, a remarkable amount of these women met tragic ends via accidental drug overdoses (Anna Nicole and Marilyn Monroe, for example) or they were in fatal car wrecks (can blond bimbos not handle a car??) or they were murdered. This does not bode well for women who make a living in the sex industry.

Actually, yesterday I was at 7-11 and while I waited for some dumb broad to be convinced by the cashier that they HAD given her the amount of Quick Pick Lotto numbers she'd bought, I glanced down at the magazine rack and noticed Maxim. It of course had a famous woman in a bra on the cover. It makes me mad as I've said before that women are still expected- or worse, that we've gone back to this expectation from years back- to be sex objects in order to get the same fame and recognition their male counterparts get by just being actors. This month's hot ticket is TV's newest Lois Lane, as portrayed by Erica Durance on "Smallville". I love Superman and related things but "Smallville" has departed so much from the original and most traditional story behind the Man of Steel that I can't watch it. Such as Lois Lane meeting Clark Kent while he was still IN Smallville. This is ridiculous. Anyway, it's even more ridiculous for Erica Durance to allow herself to be photographed and featured in a bra on this scummy magazine. She should rely soley on talent, shouldn't she, for her fame. I mean, she's worn less on the show I think so it might not seem like a big deal but that's precisely the point! Most people would point to Tom Welling's frequent shirtlessness on the show as equality between the sexes but I'm not saying it should be done at all, to either gender. I think that the show's refusal to show a young Superman in his famous tight blue suit has forced them to convince viewers that Tom Welling is a viable Man of Steel by displaying his physique the next best way: in the raw. I'm not really certain it's meant to satisfy the petty appetites of female (and gay?) viewers.

Anyway, it seems back in August the oldest living person died in Japan to be replaced by an American woman born in 1893! Today, my own grandfather would have turned 100 had he lived. To mark the occasion, his favorite child, my dad's little adopted sister, flew to New York and is in Yankee Stadim right now in honor of her daddy's obsession with baseball in general and the Yankees in particular. He died at the age of almost 95 and his wife of 70 years died last year at the same ripe old age.