What's My Mama Gonna Say?

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By admin | February 6, 2010

I know it will be hard to believe, but I, Tim Knox noted humanitarian, former Eagle Scout and loves people all over the world, is a sexist pig.

Sorry, Mom. I had no idea.

I came to this shocking realization, after an angry female reader had e-mails even angry, complaining that my column late Miss America Parade politically correct bull's eye missed by a mile and a half.

Closing this reader e-nun

"My …hypothesis of what you write leads me to believe the opposite, "" Sex is something more for you than something that has not yet been oppressed by men like you that can be obtained from the top of the glass ceiling … They have a wonderful life and painfully sad … Best wishes to you, in fact, the development of an articulate and educated opinion … I sincerely hope that (sic) we learn that opinions are never facts, and ignorance is no excuse for poor judge … "

The man when it comes to e-mail pipebombs, this is a wonder! Thank you, Kazinski (not her real name, obviously). Thank you very much. Can someone give me a bandaid …

Call me ignorant (again), but I have no idea what could be done to require brutal revenge by someone who had, I'm sure almost every day, a very good and loving member of the human race. I saw a woman pushed to the limit once. E 'was July 8, 1968, one day it will neverforget.

In a moment of sheer frustration, my mother left me together in the head with his bag, because I refused to get off the Buckin Bronco Billy ', that brave, plastic horses tied in front of the Piggly Wiggly on 8th Street for many years.

"I'm not going to tell you once again to come on, Tim Knox!" Snap!

I would have seen coming. When my mother had with me my full name means that she was not very happy with me. This also means that aflogging the bag was not very far behind. At school, only heard my name on the role that brought me to duck unchecked for five minutes.

Verses life I have never mounted another horse, or other tokens. Perhaps that is why this e-mail so bothered me. I would never be able to write a second column, after beaned by the main evil of this woman e-wallet? I was not sure.

I read e-mail a few times, but always my fault is not clear. What wasMrs. Kazinski so ticked about? Back to read column, Miss America. Still, I was clueless, as I certainly my surprise bombs friendly e-mail. Maybe you can help me understand. After all, I am ignorant, you know.

If the column titled "The Dust settled on Miss America has lost (or lose the point of that column), here's what it is:
Promoters of the Miss America Parade insist that is not a beauty contest, a statement that Iin particular, with the exceptions. If it is not a beauty pageant because there is an evening gown and swimsuit competition? Why not just have a talent show, asking each participant how you want to save the world, so the crown, so everyone could go home, one of them?

In an effort to be able to strengthen the sagging ratings Promotor opportunity for a piece swimsuit in the competition swimsuit to wear over the years. It is not a beauty contest? Please. I suppose that does not stimulate the female brainwant to wear a bikini skin tight. Strangely, it is exactly the opposite effect on the average man. Leaves his mind goes blank.

I said I changed the channel during the skills competition, because badly Showtunes sung opera and has been known to cause cranial bleeding in women of my age. I apologize for that statement is not. I'm not a big fan of Opera, so even the best of opera, at least in my ears, the song is difficult. And I've yet to hear a song that I can dance show, So sue me.

I also mentionedthe fact that one of the participants played a pierced navel, while another has a tattoo in an unknown location, is not exactly the typical role model there.

And finally, when Miss America Parade is really a brain, not the beauty, the promoters say, I recommend the restructuring of the game, so it will be placed on intelligence. I suggest that "… the Miss South Dakota USA and Miss Rhode Island Risk game for twelve hours without bathroom breaks … Miss Michigan has rebuilt the carburetor onA '63 Pontiac Catalina … Miss California has discussed the theory of quantum physics, while trying to make a Jacob's ladder with a rope that is too short … "

In no time I said a bad thing for women all over the world in this column. My arrow was clearly (at least for me), to the hypocrisy of the show organizers, who say that beauty has nothing to do with who wins. And I apologize for mentioning the obvious fact that no two piece bikini can save these dogs, andpony show whose time has come and gone.

I finally came to the conclusion that being an ignorant man, the only way I'll ever understand what Mrs. Kazinski was worried he was about to take, dare I say, a woman! So I called the big guns, the woman who already keep me on the right path for many years. That is to say, my wife, or perhaps I should call it "my half".

"I do not understand even" my wife said after I e-mail and the column. "Sounds like abeauty queen dissatisfied with me. Now take out the garbage to take the big bag for you. "

I do not think my wife realized that minimizing the hapless Beauty Queens, who had opened the e-mail bombs are not angry. Forgive her, Mrs. Kazinski, please. His curse is forced to live with me. Not enough?

Which brings me around to another question: If I am a male chauvinist pig, why the hell I prefer the one two hundred pounds of trash at the corner of the road twice a week. I canGet a woman to do?

You see, Mrs. Kazinski who believes that Miss America Parade a load of Hooey makes me a sexist pig in your eyes, so be it. If you only read one of my stations columns is possible to conclude that I am a man who feels that a woman is, you're back, "… be suppressed," so that I and people as I can. ".. We learn from their head (sic) the glass ceiling …" so be it. What is your opinion. Are entitled a.

As a writer whose sole preserve treesfirmly in cheek, and keep our feet firmly planted on earth, I know that not everyone will agree with everything I write. A wise old editor once told me that the work of a writer is to provoke a reaction from his readers that the response good, bad or indifferent.

Together with you, Kazinski, find my work to do.

Everything I write is a reflection of my personal vision of the world. I hope that at least once, Mrs. K, I also have the right to an opinion,No matter how "ignorant and uneducated" can be found to be.

Finally, let me assure you and all that if indeed a sexist pig, I'm the pig passive range. After the old English sports cars and well-worn cowboy boots, I think the great creation of God is a woman. They come in at number 7, just after driving lawnmower and just before all beef hot dog.

As you read this column with any regularity, Mrs. K, you know that I am a wife and two daughters, who looks a lot ishappy with me. I also have a mother, sister and aunt elderly who depend on me to be the man appointed in their lives. When one of these women called, I lose everything I do, and go to their pages. If they do, I bag big time.

So I'm really a sexist pig, Mrs. K? I do not believe that none of the women in my life, not really.

Again, if you still have a problem with me, maybe you should talk to my mother.

Just look if it's a big bag of wear.

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