The End of the Romantic Era

 The End of the Romantic Era

Ah, love! Ain't it grand? 

You know that Frank Zappa tune, Broken Hearts are for Assholes? Let me cut to the chase. You're an asshole!

Why would I say something rude like that to little old you, you may ask? If you actually find it rude — and don't grock the truth of it — then it proves my point. Only an asshole would find that rude!

Seriously ... It's time we end the myth of living as if people and things do things to us. 

Here's a scenario typical to the romantic love thing:

Ah! I like what I feel when I'm with you! I love you. Be mine! Now that you're mine, sometimes I don't feel so good. [But, that's actually good if you care to look into it further.] I don't like what I feel around you. I don't love you. Fuck off!

So, Pilgrim, who's responsible for your orgasm? Or, for anything else you think and feel. You are! And, if you don't think so ... then, you are indeed an asshole.