Well, I'm still obviously in a cranky mood. Make of that, what you will, but I'm getting a little fed up with all the boys crying at the Airport. I use the term "Boys" with full malice, because REAL men, don't launch into hysteria over the concept of a tired overworked Airport Security detail accidentally touching their "Junk" during a patdown. Or, as Gina Barreca just put it, in a scathing and hysterically funny article in this Sunday's Hartford Courant..."Boys, don't get your panties in a twist".
The gist of her article was that most of the screaming is coming from the male gender. Women have had to put up with this sort of thing for a LONG time. And I couldn't help but think back to all of the hysteria expressed by certain Male Comic Book Readers whenever Alex Ross happens to portray realistic male genitalia in a painting of a superhero.
What IS it with guys and their organs? It's perfectly ok to reduce a woman to her intimate parts, to ogle them and pat them and portray them endlessly on cover after cover. If a woman should happen to mildly protest this treatment, she is immediately subjected to the "Get over it!" defense, and the shrill demand to not take away their godgiven right to drool over enormous bosoms.
But somehow, the hint...the mere hint of an inadvertent touch, or glance, or god forbid, the sight of a male bulge in a comic book, and they go to pieces. It's almost...feminine, the way that they have the vapours.
Except that I'm not laughing. I'm just tired, and a little crabby. Fortunately, I'm not aiming this tirade at any of MY male readers. Obviously you guys are all secure with your manhood, or you wouldn't be reading a blog about Green Lantern asses. But still...could we all just relax a little bit? And you pundits out there at Fox, an CSN, and MSBC and all those other 24-hour news places, just knock it OFF already! You people are like two-year olds, who have just discoverd how to talk and can't stop yapping about how fabulous your bowel movements are. We do not need to know about every thought that comes into your teensy tiny brains. And that goes for Sarah Palin too. For someone who hates the media, she sure seems to need a lot of it.
So let's all take a deep breath, and chill out a bit. Otherwise, you'll look like THIS at the airport...and trust me, nobody wants to see it.
Hal is SUCH a prima donna sometimes.