Wisdom For The Weekend
Someone should tell this Buddhist priest that paying under-age girls for sex is probably a bad thing. He doesn't get a lot of excuses since the Japanese now at least have a pretense of not allowing sex with minors - though you'd hardly know it if you spent any time there. Or he should move to California, where a court has ruled you don't have to register as a sex offender if it's just oral sex with a 16-year-old girl. I don't know what to tell you about the Buddhist thing, since its status as not a real religion to celebrities lets them feel like they are getting married without the actual pesky commitment. But I am something of an expert on oral sex and, as a result, I am this close to becoming Buddha myself. And I've done it without even talking to young Japanese girls.
When I suddenly move to Singapore, you will know it's because they finally opened a pole-dancing school.
There's nothing like pole-dancing and videos from The Pussycat Dolls to make women everywhere feel empowered. The vast majority of women in Singapore are stupefyingly hot already so adding pole-dancing schools gets Singapore my patented Hank Star Award for March. Their prize? Wait for it, wait for it ... yes, they get a loaf of bread, because I gave it up for Lent. Fooled you, didn't I? You thought it would be sex with me, right? Those comments never make it past my editor anyway.
After reading my blog, you probably think there is no one cooler than me but I have to give it to this Keith Urban guy. I may question his taste in women but writing a love song for your wedding is really cool. Dude is only 5'10", the same height as his fiancee, and weighs about a buck-50 so I don't understand Nicole Kidman's interest, but she married Tom Cruise so not having good sex is probably okay with her.
When a musician I have never listened to writes a song I will never hear for a creepy actress who looks like she is made of cheap plastic, I take notice. And so should you.
Finally, your Science Relationship Advice for the weekend: Over the course of her life, a woman will use 10 men for every one she loves. If you helped her move or fixed her car and you never slept with her, you're one of the 10.