- Most younger-generation "pop" and "rock" singers. Better music emanates from my bathroom. Why can't they just stay at home and "sext" each other? Jonas-es, I am talking to you. (Disclosure: I don't know who they are, actually)
- Complete assholes - like Michael Schumacher - becoming champion race car drivers, threatening their teammates with their massive jaws and completely taking the sport out of sport. When in reality, the really good drivers are always avatar-ing as my taxi drivers. In every part of the world.
- Really good cooks and chefs slaving away at home for no pay or at shitty eating houses for little, when half-assed jackasses cook up salads that make you long to step outside and graze. Les Bouchons Rive Gauche, you pretentious restaurant with the worst service and forgettable food, I am talking to you.
- Fashion designers. Seriously. Just because you "want" that concept involving building materials and tannery by-products to succeed, there is no chance that any sane human being will ever,*ever* touch it. The woman who alters my pant-cuffs is a better couturier.
If everybody in the world only did what they were good at, it would be a productive place. If what everybody's good at coincides with what they want to do, that's be heaven.
Like Natalie Portman.
Anyway, even as I hear that "marriage is the end of sex" from many peers in my age group, here is a Turkish man lamenting he can't get *away* enough:
Man seeks protection from sex-mad wife
Here are choice excerpts:
"The weary man claims he had been sleeping on his sofa for the past four years in an attempt to avoid his wife who has an insatiable appetite for sex. According to the AFP, the exhausted husband went to police for help on Tuesday and plans to file for divorce with his wife of 18 years and mother of their two children."
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