WTF Illustrated (now weekly)

During last Saturday’s discussion “The Ethics of Blogging” the question of the similarities and differences between journalists and bloggers was brought up many times. There were local professional journalists including Bill Grady with his 40 years of journalistic experience, more than one professor, authors of several books who opined on the subject, but to me the main difference is that a real journalist will not write anything under the heading “WTF Illustrated” and he/she will not stop in the middle of the street to take a picture like this.

  • Exhibit A:I guess the coveted title of “Mr.Olathe” has been usurped by this schmuck. Seems like all you need is a picture and a truck to slap it on. Luckily I can still qualify for “Truckless Mr. Olathe” ( I drive a Focus), or “Better Looking Mr. Olathe” or “Mr.Olathe with the Russian Accent” although this one is not hotly contested.
  • I don’t have a photo for this one, but since I am covering religious topics now, I hope there is a special place in hell for people who slow down before a stop light and then speed up and go through it, leaving you with an option of running a red light or stop and curse them for the duration of said light. I hope when they arrive in hell they will get to sit in the car and every time red light comes on they will get hit with a fresh batch of fire and brimstone which is actually stoked up by people who ding your vehicle with their car doors. But that’s a different story.
  • Today at the dentist’s office I was lucky to read this article about the women who go into lengths to preserve mementos of their pregnancy for generations to come.

    I know, I know “pregnant is beautiful” and I agree, but there is a limit of how far I will go to decorate my house. But if this your thing, knock yourself up and then knock yourself out. For the record, these things are creepy too. Why hurry the nature, just wait another week or three and you can look at your child every day for the next 18 years. Your kid will thank you for not dragging these photos out every Birthday and you will have many more opportunities to capture your child’s embarrassing moments, bronze their shoes, and use other techniques to inflict damage on their young psyche.