The Cheeseburger Manifesto has opened widely the doors to a fabulous rediscovery: the power of the chicken. Before last month, I last voluntarily ate meat on 19 February 1995, my nineteenth birthday. Then on a dark and stormy night at the ice rink in June, I walked up to Steers and ordered that great meat-eating manifesto: a cheeseburger. It felt like asking a pharmacist for condoms. I softly muttered ‘shzbuhrer, pliz’ at the perplexed cashier. ‘Sorry?’ she replied loudly, ‘A cheeseburger?’
Why do we want to help those we love? We often forget that it is almost always the wrong thing to do. I’m not talking about diving into a burning aeroplane, I’m talking about the little things, like giving advice on how to boil an egg, or offering to teach your girlfriend how to play pool.
A silent but important struggle exists in public buildings everywhere: the struggle of the men’s urinal. On the whole, men are quiet about their desperation. But urinals leave no man unscathed.
Dolphins trained by the US Navy to shoot terrorists have been washed out to sea by Hurricane Katrina. Some of us have seen this coming for years, and did anyone do anything about it? Oh no. Continue reading
In about 125 thousand years men could be extinct. Don’t take it personally. According to some scientists, men could be extinct in 125 thousand years and we need to do something about it. I don’t think we need to do anything about it all. Extinction is a very exciting prospect. I look forward to the day when my greatn grandchildren will look at pictures of me, as I do at the Dodo, and think, “That was a beautiful creature, how foolish to have let it go extinct.” Of course the Dodo is not that beautiful, and I have not yet had any need for one. But after we’re gone people say the most wonderful things.