Man, under-destruction?

  I had a very particular idea of how I was going to write this following blog piece, but after a few conversations with some concerned parties, my approach has deviated somewhat for reasons that I can’t fully articulate. Nonetheless, I beg your indulgence. As for those of a French/post-colonial persuasion, although I would normally ask for you to read this and bear an open mind, you’ll forgive me if I choose to not make that request.   For those of you who have been living under a rock these past several weeks, let me turn back the clock. France won World Cup 2018 and deservedly so. Although I couldn’t be bother to actually keep track of the games, I can only assume that they played well and wanted it more than the other nations (who I assume were just as deserving as France).   However, what made this particular French victory (the last one being in 1998) all the more significant was that the majority of the French squad weren’t originally French, but immigrants o...

I think most people will agree that confidence is not only attractive, it’s absolutely intoxicating (for those of you that require some clarification, I said CONFIDENCE, not ARROGANCE). I think as a trait, it’s one that not only inspires admiration and respect, but it can also contribute to the fortification in the confidence of others. Of course, that would also require a desire from the first party to   indulge in said fortification and given how unpredictable people can be when performing random acts of kindness, who’s to say that person A would even want to help person B, much less try.........but I digress as per usual.  I’m sitting in a crowded bus, on my way home after having been out all day with friends in my fair city. What made this day (the previous Saturday) special was the celebration of Pride. That’s right, that day of the year where the LBGT community can kick it into gear and be proud. While on the bus, a particular group of men caught my attention. Sure, ...