I'd like for you to consider a hypothetical: Suppose you write a blog, the premise of which is the ridicule of anyone unlucky enough to pass in front of a camera. And suppose that what some exceptionally generous people refer to as the "comedy" of this blog is fueled by the idiomatic use of a really fucking stupid term in pun-infected and entirely forced entry titles, like, say, "My Left Fug." Further suppose that in your heart of hearts you realize that your animus toward the anonymous many, against whom you weakly rail daily, stems from years on the receiving end of that very same brand of ridicule. Whether the ridicule was as a result of your gummy smile, melon head, browning teeth, or greasy skin is irrelevent. Also irrelevent would be if the subject were your haystack hair, sunken chest, disappearing eyebrows, or, again, greasy skin.

Supposing all this, would you allow yourself to be photographed and, further, for those photos to be
posted online?


Fucking... er, Fugging Dish It Out, Fugging Take It

Analogcabin @ 8:57 AM
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