Just went and had some sushi--a soothing meal that allows one to focus and appreciate the finer things in life. Sushi is art. Art is with-in. While having this meal, I contemplated the train wreck of threads regarding Puritism, took further deep breaths and came-up with this for all of the parties involved.
Repeat after me........
Gooosefraaabaaaa.........
Gooosefraaabaaaa.........
Gooosefraaabaaaa.........
Now sing the following words from West Side Story:
I feel pretty,
Oh so pretty,
I feel pretty and witty and gay,
And I pity,
Any girl who isn't me today.....
I feel charming,
Oh so charming,
It's alarming how charming I feel,
And so pretty,
That I hardly can believe I'm real.....
See the pretty girl in that mirror there?
Who can that attractive girl be?
Such a pretty face,
Such a pretty dress,
Such a pretty smile,
Such a pretty me!
I feel stunning,
and entrancing,
feel like running And dancing for joy,
For I'm loved,
by a pretty wonderful boy!
GIRLS Have you met my good friend Maria,
The craziest girl on the block?
You'll know her the minute you see her,
She's the one who is in an advanced state of shock...
She thinks she's in love,
She thinks she's in Spain,
She isn't in love,
She's merely insane,
It must be the heat,
Or some rare disease,
Or too much to eat,
Or maybe it's fleas,
Keep away from her,
Send for Chino,
This is not the Maria we know,
Modest and pure,
Polite and refined,
Well-bred and mature,
And out of her mind!
I feel dizzy,
I feel sunny,
I feel fizzy and funny and fine,
And so pretty Miss America can just resign!
See the pretty girl in that mirror there
(deep voice)
What mirror, where?
Who can that attractive girl be?
Which, what, where, whom?
Such a pretty face,
Such a pretty dress,
Such a pretty smile,
Such a pretty me!