The Week That Was: Top Commons Comments
It's the return of "Commons Comments," my review of the previous week's most interesting, thought-provoking or random comments posted on my blog.
My entry about Washingtonians' obsession with their own mortality, in an entry titled "We're All Going to Die; Get Used to It," prompted this comment from Janine1:
I don't think it's entirely a post-9/11 phenomenon. We were already in collective pants-wetting mode for at least a good 10-20 years before that. If it wasn't one thing (Y2K) it was another (killer bees). And specific to D.C., I worked near the White House in the late '90s and remember at least two incidents when the entire area was locked down for hours -- once because of a "suspicious package" that, I think, turned out to be an abandoned, empty suitcase, and once because someone thought they saw a sniper on a rooftop (that turned out to be a guy raising a flag).
Sigmagrrl had a different take:
Um, who WANTS to die? Besides crazy jihadists and those wacked cult members, I wanna stay in the Land of the Living as LONG as possible!!! So, bite me. I wish I were immortal. I don't deny it one bit.
My report on a Gaithersburg woman's attempts to keep her human massage license and massage horses, "Rubbed the Wrong Way: That Horse Massage Case," got Mfromalexva thinking conspiratorial thoughts:
Oh the irony! For years chiropractors were seen as pseudo-practitioners or quacks. Now, they go after this lady for horse massaging...and it's not even in their board's remit!? I understand that chiropractors used to describe themselves as "straights" or "mixers" depending on whether they stuck strictly to chiropractic arts as defined by the discipline's founder or added in main stream medical practices. Maybe the combination of horse and human could be considered a daily double or the quinella of healing.
Readers comment on my column too, of course, including this one from 19481 after my piece on hairdressers, "Not Just a Haircut, a Relationship":
Generally I find women can't cut mens' hair. Especially if it's shorter than six inches long. If you want to look like Fabio fine, but a man's haircut... nix. Although the best I ever had was a woman, she owned three places and unfortunately retired to do charity work for her church. Their gain, my loss.
I don't think even Fabio wants to look like Fabio anymore.
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