The fact that you’ve chosen to click through to this post says something about you.
Don’t worry, I’m not going to tell you what that is.
You see, that would be controversial and I am the Anti-Controversy.
Anti-controversial (k n tr -vûr s ) v. I keep my mouth shut.
To give you an example, I would never write about my opinion on Mothers that drink and smoke while pregnant or whether or not abortion or assisted suicide should be legal or even breast versus bottle feeding.
Not with a ten foot pole.
I wouldn’t even tell you what I think about circumcision, co-sleeping, American Apparel, gay marriage or the existence of Big Foot.
Are you crazy? You’d be all over me like a… Wait, I can’t even say it.
And if I told you what I thought about the fact that I can’t say anything without stepping on someone’s toes, or being politically correct or bringing down an industry, that would be, you guessed it… Controversial.
Call me a Coward.
A Sellout.
Call me whatever you want.
Just don’t call me Controversial.
P.S. Don’t ask me for my opinion on whether your ass looks fat in those pants because I will tell you the truth. Shit, is that controversial?
P.P.S If controversy sells, I guess I’ll never be rich. Sigh.
