More recycled material. Someone on a mailing list I’m on asked about people’s preferences for cigars.
Definitely (or defiantly, the other word the spell checker suggests)
one of my hard boundaries. More so cigarettes – double yuck. Nothing
like kissing someone who tastes like licking an ashtray. Nothing like
burning eyes and hacking lungs. Nothing like visiting loved ones dying
in the hospital. Nothing like massive companies churning out products
whose only use is to cause death. I consider myself a libertarian and
I don’t like restricting what people choose to do in their own homes –
but at the same time I’m pleased to see smoking bans and the tobacco
companies being litigated to death.
That was always my problem with the Clinton thing – I really don’t care
about the president’s sex life (even if he’s lying about it to
Congress), much less what consenting adults choose to put in each
others orifices (orifi?). But a cigar? Bleh.
Plenty of other fringe activities I appreciate and/or participate in –
even ones that are potentially harmful to participants. Tobacco isn’t
one of them.
I guess the best I can say is that cigars (quality ones) aren’t quite
as nasty and chemical-filled as cigarettes.
But still. Yuck!