So…it has been confirmed.* I am a real human being, born of this planet. I am on the grid, on the records, in the mix, of the people, more fact than fiction. Bollocks!

I have contracted jury duty…or as I like to call it, “High School PART VI”. Given that I couldn’t keep a straight face in even an empty room while contemplating excuses for not taking part, I chose to take part.

On the first day, we were shown a video that essentially communicated, “In olden times, it was common practice that the accused were beheaded before put on trial…so you should be happy about your small dumb sacrifice for something far better than you deserve, you good-for-nothing whining punks – kids these days!”

This video goes on to be irresponsibly paraphrased as, “Some greeks once thought the way we thought. [...]

Lets get this out of the way. I am not being super sexist in this thing…not trying to anyway. I’m simply playing the percentages of a particular view of reality to set up the premise for a half-decent comparison that leads to another tangential, sci-fi tale of irrelevance.

There. We’ll revisit this I’m sure…probably immediately.

From time to time — perhaps — even the most empowered female types may find themselves in a position, a predicament that they would certainly be able to overcome with time and the proper effort, but to which they would potentially benefit from a man more quickly completing the task. These are small, non-power-struggle things: jar opening…heavy lifting…shelf hanging…penis.

Very clearly, there certainly exist relationships where the woman would provide these things better than the man. But this careful dancing of gender grammar turns the post an even [...]