Rants and raves

Michele and I were having a good time people-watching while waiting for a concert to start at the Greek in Berkeley last Saturday, and we were testing various hypotheses. One of the standard items is what kind of crowd it is, usually starting with how old and how diverse the crowd is. You would think that there would not be great variance in this, us being "upper middle aged" (for some versions of middle and upper) and therefore expected to attend "see them before they die" nostalgia-acts, but we have eclectic tastes so there really is. In the last three weeks, we've probably seen a 3x range in average age at shows, from college to middle-boomer. We were having a debate about Why Most Men Look Like Shit (there, I capitalized it, that makes it true). My expertise is largely based on watching Queer Eye, where season after season the leads try to fix someone in a week. Wardrobe and grooming are a big part of it. Standard question on the show: "Why are you wear...

The saying goes, You are what you drive. Many car and lifestyle magazines attest to the claim that the vehicle a person chooses may reflect their personality. I must admit I tend to act as though I believe this, albeit only in anonymity, of course — none of this applies to my friends who make unfortunate choices when acquiring a vehicle. So for the sake of the rest of this rant, let's take as the context that it applies only to people I observe randomly on the road.  Let me get the yada-yada-yada disclaimer out of the way. I am fully aware that it is important to remember that "this is a generalization and not everyone who drives a certain type of car fits the stereotype. Most people choose cars because of practical needs, cost, or simply because they like the way a model looks or drives" (that was Gemini's gentle way of scolding me for my judgmental attitude).  Like you live in Alaska and you want your car to start when it's 40 below. You don't have to f...