Dunphy’s

I stayed a bit (7:00 PM) and finished up a few things. Justin and I went down to Dunphy’s afterwards for a few beers. We watched some god awful television version of "Am I Hot or Not," which was as bad as you’re imagining it to be. Next to us, there were these guys who were talking to the television the whole time:

"Awww yeah, nice, nice!"

"She’s cool, got a bit of an attitude. I like that, I like that."

"Hey baby, I want me some of that!"

I mean, this shit went on for a while. Grown men doing this. And I’m the one who’s still single? Incredulous.

At one point, Lorenzo Lamas (and while we’re here… yeah. What the hell?), used some kind of light pen and was pointing at various contestants and their body "areas."

It’s not like women in the US have a terrible enough time with body image as it is. But this kind of shit does, in my opinion, incalculable damage.

On the plus side, two of Emma’s friends stopped in and smoked and chatted with us for a good long while. That was incredibly fun, as I haven’t really talked to folks outside of my immediate group of friends in a long while. Spring feels nearby… that itch is there.