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 I guess I'm either just old-fashioned, or an old fart (probably both), but a brief moment during this year's Westminister Kennel Club Dog Show made me cringe for what remains of our culture. Lost among all the captivating bulldogs, dalmatians, sheepdogs and other breeds was the lack of care by some human beings during what should be a considerable duteous moment. The guilty party in question? Some gal in the stands. That's right, in the stands. She had nothing to do with the show at all. Well, she kind of did. She paid her $55.00 to get in and watch all the adorable doggies. Totally worth the cost of admission, sure. But what she did...what...she...did...! Unfortunately I do not have a screen grab of the incident. What I do have, however, is a grab from a sporting event that depicts the exact same thing. Maybe it's the same girl, who knows. Can you spot it? Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not some sort of patriotic nationalist or anything of the sor...

     My horror was brought to life a few short nights ago while shoving appetizers in my face at a fancy chain restaurant. It was at this very place I discovered, to my devastation, the interaction of two gentlemen that defied the laws of the utmost manliest logic. The characters, one bartender and one patron, delivered such a lecherous dialogue that I was almost prompted to ask them to surrender their man cards immediately. The gorging commenced in style, casually nibbling on all the delicious hopefully-not-microwaved offerings of boneless wings, spinach dip, and washing it all down with a couple Blue Moons. The patron, an older mustached fellow, apparently had been there for a couple hours, enjoying himself while waiting for dinner to be served. He was quite chatty with a friend who sat next to him briefly, but eventually the friend parted. This left our loquacious protagonist with our trusty bartender, a seemingly late twenty-something guy with considerable ink o...