It's been well-publicized by the media: Amanda Berry, Gina DeJesus, and Michelle Knight—kidnapped 10 years ago—are free. Amanda and Gina are home today (with Michelle expected to be released from the hospital tomorrow after recovering from back surgery)... today also being the day that one of their alleged kidnappers—Ariel Castro, one of three brothers accused—is being charged with four counts of a kidnapping and three counts of rape.
Dear Jason: Today, you came out as the first openly gay active male athlete. Your team, other members of the NBA, former President Clinton (whose daughter Chelsea went to school with you), and many others offered up public support. I enthusiastically join that group, as I commend anyone with the courage to rise up and embrace his or her true self. But your coming out has me thinking…
It's surreal and strange to reflect on what society deems as "important" today... important to the world (collectively), to our "leaders", and to us as individuals. What we as people allow—and as citizens of the world ignore or endure—is a fascinating reflection of denial, mediocrity, and self-victimization.
Take the State of California—my home—and the current state of the education system...
Cheating is all the rage. Celbs and regular Moe’s alike are constantly getting called out by the press, by their [now ex] significant others, and the perpetually investigating paparazzi. Some have taken the road of silence and others come clean right away… but it’s been fascinating to watch the man cheaters confess (read: pour their hearts out to the world on how sorry they are.) As a man, I have listened to these tearful laments and I can’t help but laugh. These men were just fine traipsing around the town with tender trollops in-tow—an unsuspecting wife or girlfriend holding down the proverbial fort, oftentimes dutifully caring for the kids—and now they want me to believe they’re sorry? Puh-lease. These cheaters aren’t sorry… they’re just sorry they got caught.
