Wednesday, December 22, 2004
Bastardised Ethics
I used to say that there were essentially two types of guys : nice guys and bastards. And then laugh about it.
As I grow older, I'm beginning to realise that we're really divided into two camps - Ethical and unethical.
What makes little Jack Horny think he can get away with it, putting a finger in every pie?
And why is it whenever these things happen, us ethical types (whom everyone confides in) are sworn to secrecy on at least one front, and all we can do is stand by and rage in helpless, sputtering silence?
And why is it women always seem to fall for the nice-guy routine, anyhow? Sometimes I wish I was on the other team. I have a feeling I'd be really, really good at it. It might even be fun.
I'm getting much too old for this.
As I grow older, I'm beginning to realise that we're really divided into two camps - Ethical and unethical.
What makes little Jack Horny think he can get away with it, putting a finger in every pie?
And why is it whenever these things happen, us ethical types (whom everyone confides in) are sworn to secrecy on at least one front, and all we can do is stand by and rage in helpless, sputtering silence?
And why is it women always seem to fall for the nice-guy routine, anyhow? Sometimes I wish I was on the other team. I have a feeling I'd be really, really good at it. It might even be fun.
I'm getting much too old for this.
