... Or: For the Love of God, please do not judge me!
Unless it revolves around finding cures for common colds, any hobby can logically be dubbed by mothers everywhere a 'Complete Waste of Time'. After all, devoting energy into a pastime that does not return the favor comes close to skirting that insanity definition we are all familiar with.
What, other than a secretive marital aid, does admiring Kim Kardashian's ass get me?
So why do we devote energies into ungrateful pastimes?
I think it was Ralph Waldo Emerson, but a wise man once said - and I am paraphrasing here, "You may as well distract and shield yourself from the universally inevitable conclusion that 'Life sucks and then you die.'"
Kim Kardashian's ass is, if nothing else, a distraction from the banal; the same as all of my other hobbies. Yours, too.
"Hold on there, Anti-Grammar," I can hear the protests now, "I get more stimulation out of _____ as your wife does her vibrator. Do not tell me _____ is a mere distraction!"
Being a good husband and father, raising our children so that they aren't self-centered little beasts, making a difference in the lives of anyone but myself - those are the areas that I choose to focus on. Give or take a few commandments.
If I am to be judged by my hobbies, I may as well be judged by my admiration of Kim Kardashian's ass.
'Cause an interest in Captain Beefheart paints me hungry and weird. And admitting an appreciation for Lucy Van Pelt gets me nothing but angry stares from the Snoopy crowd... the uptight bastards.