Yoga Class for Cats

Okay... I was going to start that blog about "Pork and Beans" as promised, but I came across this on abcnews.com via fark.com. The New club drug is ... Preparation-H?

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Preparation-H? Really? Come on people. There's a lot more to life than trying to screw each other.

I've never been a fan of meat markets unless I could put what I came home with on the barbecue (without breaking laws). I love the bar scene and have plenty of fun, but I've never understood the club scene. Of course, I've never been to a real club. I stood in line once, but waiting an hour for $8 drinks and looking at plastic people with hollow eyes is not my idea of a good time.

I love dancing. If the point of the encounter was to dance, and if, because of that dancing, an attraction is created and it leads to something more... then go for it. But when you are lathering up with Prep-H, you're there to conquest and dancing is only the required foreplay.

Are people that desperate?

~ Jonas

UPDATE: I realized after posting that the title was a bit of a stretch. It's a reference to an Our Lady Peace song, "Carnival." The lyrics in the part of the song I was referring to are "You worry about the future/The sign says 'yoga class for cats'"