The Cairo Complex

Odd as this inspiration might be, I was listening to “Do You Love Me?” on KISS’s Destroyer this morning, and I had a briefly brilliant musing regarding romance.

In the song, Paul Stanley questions the legitimacy of an unnamed adorer’s affection. It is clear to Stanley that this person loves all the fancy living concomitant to his rock star stature (and the “7-inch heels” that support it), but he can’t help but ask if she really loves him.

Now, without getting into a complex analysis of what love really is (I personally wouldn’t even know where to start), I started to think about one of the song’s strongest implications; mainly, that certain aspects of a person’s life are not worthy of justifying love. By extension, the song is an indictment of all things shallow in romance, and a testament to the true meaning of love.

This is all well and good, except, I don’t buy it.

Money, fame, and private planes are just as appealing and worthy of a person’s romantic interests as any other aspect of their character. Indeed, the argument can be made that money and cars and mansions are “things” and are not at the crux of anyone’s personality, but I ask you to imagine what Gene Simmons would be like without his wealth. He wouldn’t be the same person. He’d just be some guy with an unusually long tongue.

Let’s delve a bit deeper: there are many who, if asked, would say that physical beauty is a necessary trait of their romantic interests. And there are many who would call those people shallow, for placing such an emphasis on a thing as transient as beauty (forgetting those, for a moment, who fetishize the elderly). But is beauty’s transience what makes it hallmark of the petty person’s checklist for lust?

If this is the case, then I challenge anyone to name a trait which isn’t prone to the same criticisms. I mean, just as surely as beauty, a person’s mind fades; slowly memories deteriorate, and mental agility stiffens with the rigors of age. Humor becomes tired and irrelevant. Kindness gives way to douchebaggery on a long enough timeline. I know for a fact my exes aren’t the same people that I used to know in most perceivable ways (I’d like to think they’ve all changed for the better). Even my self of yesteryear seems foreign in this day.

So then why should Mr. Stanley fret? He shouldn’t! Take love (whatever it is) as it comes, I say. And for whatever reason. And invest your money properly, because a diversified portfolio is sure to last a lot longer than wrinkle-free face.

I recently watched a commercial starring Jamie Lee Curtis, of Halloween fame and Halloween H20 infamy, touting Dannon-brand Activia yogurt.

Activia, you see, is the only yogurt with the culture Bifidus Regularis. Jamie Lee smilingly points to the nutritional information on the carton where she assures us that a wealth of information on this bacteria’s unique qualities can be read, including its ability to aid in the later phases of the digestive process.

At the commercial’s conclusion, Jamie Lee says something along the lines of: Activia yogurt makes for a great read, and “I love how this story ends!”

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Is this a poop joke?

lucky girl. dodged an overly ‘obsessive’, highly critical, and a quick to judge guy with impossible standards. good thing she moved to the left.

What you see above, ladies and gentlemen who read my blog (all three of you), is something I have waited for a long time. It’s a recent comment in response to a blog entry I wrote a long time ago.

Now, most comments don’t warrant their own entries, but this is the type of comment I’ve so often witnessed on the Internet but have (until now) never personally experienced. This comment marks my acquisition of an unsolicited humorless editor! Woo!

The only things I’m missing now before I become a true Internet blogger are a human troll/flamer (the spam bots don’t count), and a meme. Yay me!