Tuesday, March 13, 2007

doin' it at work



so i've never had a problem with people having interoffice relationships. no, i don't mean your cubemate and your cheeto-swap days. i'm talking about two people who work in the same office, or for the same company, culminating their feelings in a lucrative, romantic relationship.
it's been called unprofessional, unethical, and immoral, but i've got a few adjectives of my own: how about natural, ok and completely human. just because two people who have reciprocal feelings for each other happen to share the same profession and employment location doesn't mean that same convenient circumstance should prevent them from pursuing the very serendipitous passion that exists!
that's like not allowing two african-american people to date because they're black. or two romanians because they're in the same esl class. or two italians because they work at the same trattoria.
these 'reasons' are completely unfounded, and should be disregarded, especially in spite of the [completely unconstitutional] rules that exist in many corporations, preventing the formation of such bonds.

now i'm not completely stupid--i can obviously see the complications that could arise from such a situation, such as disputes weighing in on the couple and affecting work performance, or even arguments spontaneously raging right in the work place. but i feel if one is able to pursue such a venture in light of such societal adversity, they're special people to begin with, and not subject to the aforementioned irrational behavior.

more [if not most] importantly, i think that, in this situation, there is a major lack of recognition of our uniform and innate humanity--that's right--we're all human beings, and we all have needs and desires that don't conform to societal boundaries, no matter how liberal or conservative they might be. it's like asparagus pee: you just can't avoid it, no matter what you do--if you eat it, your pee is going to smell two hours later; if you're human, you're going to love.

end of story.

Monday, March 05, 2007

drunk on the train I

Now, I ask you: first, the sanctity of marriage is challenged by those fervent homosexuals; now not even death is a final rest. Anna nicole's body has been through more processes than her living body's undergone plastic surgery procedures. I'm surprised it hasn't already decomposed into a poly-vinyl skeleton. Now they don't even know if it's going to remain buried in the Bahamas. What's worse is now, amidst this maelstrom of rotting upset, the father of her son Daniel has requested that his body be exhumed and relocated to Texas!! (Not a pretty sight, I'd presume...would that be considered passenger or cargo? Maybe this will be Jet Blue's redemptive chance).
This world is getting increasingly unnatural. Limbs are fake, boobs are plastic and the word 'exhumation' is tossed around as nonchalantly as appeal.
Maybe I shouldn't complain-at this rate, I can stay 22 forev and get all the sun I want, and when it comes time to care, such words as 'face transplant' and 'astral projection' might be just as common. Hmm...something to think about.