Nov 232014
 

cosbyIt is very hard for me to believe that Bill Cosby is a serial sexual predator.

It is also very hard for me to believe that so many women are fabricating stories of him assaulting them.

(Opportunistic liars tend to come in onesies and twosies, not dozens.)

There are the parts of the public record that aren’t so helpful, such as Cosby’s affair and the 2006 confidential out-of-court settlement. There is the fact that Cosby and Cosby’s representatives have continued to be steadfastly dismissive of these allegations, even as they have mounted. (Again, that’s an easier sell when you don’t have 20+ accusers.)

What happened? God knows. A couple dozen women know. Bill Cosby knows. You and I don’t.

But I think that an unflattering image of Bill Cosby has become easier for me to swallow than a more positive alternative. That really makes me sad.

It’s easy to forget that we consume carefully crafted images of celebrities. It’s especially jarring to remember that when the image has been one of a responsible parent, educator, and amusing philosopher.

I think Nancy French has written the most comforting and poignant piece on the issue that I’ve yet read. She reminds us that there was only one perfect man who ever walked the earth, and it’s not Bill Cosby. The depth of our disappointment in Cosby is our own fault. No mortal man can carry everything to which we ascribed him.

 Posted by at 4:00 pm
Nov 212014
 

Sometimes we build them by ourselves. Other times others help us. Nothing quite like that crash from on high, is there? Here are a few excessively high expectations I’ve had.

  • After Zoë Bell talked up Vanishing Point in Death Proof, I was sure I’d love it. Instead I just found it tedious. Furthermore, I had no idea what I was supposed to take away from the car inexplicably changing from a Challenger into a Camaro at the very end. Turns out I wasn’t supposed to notice.
  • If you say Bonefish Grill to someone, there is a 99% chance that person’s reply will contain “Bang Bang Shrimp.” Wow at this appetizer’s word of mouth. By the time I finally had the opportunity to try them, I was half-expecting to have an orgasm as soon as I tasted one. Guess what? They’re good. But I wouldn’t go back just to have them again, particularly when you have to sit so close to everyone else in the restaurant. (I don’t know if that’s a Huntsville thing or not, but I don’t want to spend date-night money for dinner and then have another table barely a yard away in every direction.)
  • Having listened to literally nothing else in the car but Appetite for Destruction for six months, I was excited to get Guns N’ Roses’ follow-up LPs, Use Your Illusion I and Use Your Illusion II. Given that I thought (and think to this day) that Appetite was and is the best hard rock/heavy metal record ever, the Use Your Illusion albums were bound to be a step or two down. Indeed, the good stuff is. But a little more than half of the material is mediocre to awful. There is nearly 152 minutes of music on the two albums. There’s a really solid 60- to 70-minute album in there to be mined.
  • The Great Gatsby is as close to pointless as anything I’ve ever read. This must be the greatest (heh) case of the emperor’s new clothes in the history of American literature. Quoting myself at the above link: “It is crafted with skill. But bricks can as easily compose a whorehouse as a cathedral.”

What have you thought was going to be fantastic and then wasn’t?

 Posted by at 1:37 pm
Nov 162014
 

Aaron: “Dad, did you pass your driver’s license exam on your first try?” Bo: “Yes, I did pass the first time I took it.” Aaron: “Did you keep up with your examiner? Like, are you friends today?” Bo: “Ummm…no.” Aaron: “OK. It was just a thought I had.” Isn’t it great what kids think sometimes? […]

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