I'm a tad confused about this Tim Paine scandal, mainly because from what I have read, I can't actually find a 'scandal'. The statement from the Australian Cricket Association states that the incident in question was 'a private matter between consenting individuals'. The crux of the clause in that sentence is 'consenting', with a dash of 'private' thrown in. If it wasn't consensual, then of course that's a different matter, and might I just take this opportunity to inform guys that women generally don't consider it flattering to have inboxes and DMs bombarded with unsought pictures of your meat-and-two-veg, okay?
Yes, I know Paine is married, and whilst flirting with a person who is not your spouse has the potential to cause hurt, it's not illegal. I don't need to peruse the Crimes Act, NSW to know this. So why the big kapooha if two adults send each other naughty messages? It's nobody else's business and I can't see how it impacted upon Paine's ability to play cricket. Disclaimer: I haven't watched Paine play cricket. I'm not in the habit of watching cricket because it is about as enthralling as a desiccated dog turd that's been bleached white by the sun. If the resignation is to do with some nonsense about bringing the game into disrepute, then I ain't buying it. I don't CARE what consenting adults do in privacy and I don't expect professional sportspeople to be in line for canonisation.
Moving on to a different subject, I have had cause to compile another playlist. This one is brief, and if iTunes' definition is to be applied, something of an EP. It's for the shitful assholes in your life. I have complied a few lists in the past and thought I might run out of songs, but while there are toxic mongrels in the world, there will be material for songwriters everywhere. Here are some to give a spin, folks:
1. FOAD by Kid Rock. I only heard this song for the first time the other week and it brilliantly encapsulated my emotions at the time. The narrative is addressed to someone who's caused hurt and harm, aired dirty laundry, and talked malevolently about him, so he invites his malefactor to just 'fuck off and die'.
2. You Should Hear How She Talks About You by Melissa Manchester. I know this song talks about a woman who's infatuated with someone, but I'm going to interpret the title as being about bitching, and by bitching, I mean refined, weapons-grade bitching.
3. Something in the Air by Thunderclap Newman. 'There's something in the air...'. Sure is, and it's people's noses, poised so precariously high, the owners are in danger of tripping over unseen obstacles on the ground.
4. Everybody Hurts by R.E.M. This is often the result of some vile shitfuckery on the part of malignant boils masquerading as human beings, and the title sums it up succinctly.
Anyway, I must get to bed. I have an early start tomorrow. Bye for now!
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