CHINESE DUDES LIFTING WEIGHTS WITH THEIR JUNK
My wife received a spam email today with this caption:
“CHINESE DUDES LIFTING WEIGHTS WITH THEIR JUNK”
She laughed and laughed and then showed her computer to me to prove it.
I am not sure how I feel about this event. I have no problem with my wife laughing about it. Her laughter is, in large measure, why I love her: she has a wonderful sense of humour and when she laughs I find myself on the verge of believing in God, and that is saying something, about my life, about my wife and about my love for her.
So I am good with her laughing at that email. Perfectly fine with that part. What I am not good with is the fact that she received it.
Again, please don’t think I am a prude attempting to shelter my wife. Nothing could be further from the truth. First, she doesn’t need sheltering; she is far stronger than I am in every way a person can be strong. Second, she doesn’t want me to shelter her; she would resent even the smallest attempt to do so.
What bothers me is that I find myself in a point in history, unique to all other points in history, where a total stranger can send my wife an email with a caption that reads “CHINESE DUDES LIFING WEIGHTS WITH THEIR JUNK” along with the promise that, if the email is opened, a short chain of events will lead to graphic proof that there are, indeed, Chinese dudes who can and do lift weights with their junk – and record such events photographically to share with the wide, wide world.
That’s what I am not happy with. I am unhappy that we have come to this. I am unhappy that this is the point in history that I find myself living in.