The death of the Renaissance man

This entry presupposes that the Renaissance man actually existed. And was gay. Both are questionable theories at best but one can always hope... Assuming the above were true, where is he now? As my friend recently explained:

'It's sort of a post-intellectual waste land out there. You know there are flashes of intelligence lighting the night sky in rare bursts. Otherwise, I think vapid consumerism and pop culture has swallowed the Renaissance man whole.'

Amen! It seems that finding a self-propelled, yet unselfish man, who is still youthful enough in his social space to not appear to be suffering from lesbian bed-death is nearly impossible these days... Good luck if you're also looking for someone whose pursuits are more varied and less juvenile than thirsting for the next cocktail. 

To top it all off, once you do manage to spot this white elephant, chances are they are either a 'dog' or 'cat' person but never both. Or an even more interesting trend that I've recently spotted is putting that you 'like' cats but 'have' dogs - what is this supposed to mean exactly? Is this the equivalent of 'preferring' one but being desperate enough to 'accept' the other? For the record, I am a 'cat' person. I've had dogs before and I have nothing against them but my current job and lifestyle do not allow me to take anyone out 3 times a day to exercise their bodily functions. I prefer it be done in the context of my home, preferably into an easily scoopable and clumping medium. With baking soda for freshness.  

And so, while dogs are nice, they don't always mix with a girl's cats. Furthermore, they require daily attention while kitties can mind their own business while you escape for the weekend. The cynical ones will try to point out that this is a deficiency that also implies not being able to 'take care' of their partner. I will counter that I would not envision using a plastic bag on my ideal partner's waste. Thus, I put down that I 'like' and 'have' cats.

So what have we gleaned from this entry? Well it seems that finding a good man with half a brain and good sense is like finding a unicorn.  And when you do, you can't wait to straddle it. Even a woman of taste is a bit itchy by the time she finds one as she feels she must act to capture it. I will not mention what the ones with no shame are prepared to do. As long as he 'likes' cats.