Dear Grey\'s Anatomy, You Suck

Dear Grey’s Anatomy, This is the
hardest letter I’ve ever had to write.
We’ve had some wonderful times,
you and I—all those steamy scenes
in the elevator at Seattle Grace come
to mind. However (and I say this with
a heavy heart), it is past time to part
ways. I simply cannot devote an entire
hour out of my week to you anymore.
At one time, I happily planned my Thursday
evening around seeing you, but now? I
hardly recognize you.
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Attack of the Creepy Old Guy: Beach Edition

vk.jpgYou’ve worked extra hard to get the money to rent that beach house with friends, ran a few extra laps at the gym to fit in that bathing suit, and have been sneaking into a Mystic Tan booth once a week so you can look naturally bronzed. Now that you’re finally ready to enjoy your summer, what’s the last thing you want to deal with?

Creepy old men.

Oh yes. They’re no longer just standing with their equally balding buddies in the corner of your favorite bar, perpetually trying to buy you cheap drinks, slurring that if they didn’t have a wife and three kids they’d “totally take you out”. They’re now renting beach houses in the same places you are, just waiting to pull out their towels and plop their 40-Something bodies down next to you in the sand.

According to an article in The New York Times, there’s a breed of older men who just aren’t ready to give up their college lifestyle—even though college ended twenty years ago. These guys have been renting summer shares for decades, and see no reason to leave their annual vacations, or cruising ways, behind. Read More »

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