The clearest description I have managed so far about my blog is that it is not about cats. In general, I find predators pretty predictable while prey on the other-hand, because they live in universes of anxiety, develop more textured personalities. I also have as a writer a deft hand when it comes to making matters worse, so of course , the already panicky are ready made for me. I will try to grow this blog into an assortment of laughs, because that is what my life has mostly taught me to do. I will use the famous people I have known to get your attention and then tell you small but many times wonderful things about them. I will never name the ones I say ugly things about but I hope you will guess who they are.
Why we wipe our asses
by Regis Boff
I read an anthropology book in college called “The Territorial Imperative.” It put forth reasoning on why some people are left-handed and others right-handed. Early man generally was nomadic, and when they encountered a new tribe, it became common to raise one hand in greeting. The choice of which side you lifted was governed by which hand you did not use to wipe your ass. I always thought this was reasonable for sure, and undoubtedly dependable grounds for wiping out the other tribe.