Maybe I Am, Maybe I'm Not

I walked past this poster the other day .

Like so many other things, this photo gave me pause and inspired a number of thoughts.

First of all, it strikes me as vaguely emblematic of the ongoing debate over Hong Kong's wildly ambiguous/dichotomous (or as I would say, grossly hypocritical) position vis-a-vis sexuality, its depictions, and its uses.

From what I can tell after living here for half a decade, it's okay to use sex to sell things, but not to be caught saying its okay, and God forbid you admitto thinking that sex, or using sex to sell things, or selling sex, is okay.

You can thinkthey're okay and doall of those things, but your public rhetoric mustcondemn it and you must always appear to be concerned and offended (except when doing it in private).

Which is their loss, because any Catholic will tell you that guilt is the nitrous oxide in the engine of sin.

I think of this... interesting double-standard as social harmony through perjury. Where was I? Oh, yes.

When I look at this picture, I think of physical exertion (I'm 43) and elevated heart rate and sweating and showers.

But I don't think ofexercise.Which is odd, because that's what this is (ostensibly) about:Sorry for the logo cutoff. But not as sorry as I feel about the tattoo cutoff.I thought "Hey, maybe I belong to the wrong gym..."

Because the poster child for my gym is not (to me, anyway), anywhere near as 'inspiring:'His last film made me bulimic too...Who are they marketing to with this endorsement? 

Probably the guy at my gym that always volunteers to wash my back in the shower room. He sure is clumsy with the soap...

But these thoughts pale in comparison to my most pronounced response to the poster, one of happiness and goodwill.

No, really.I'm happy to see Ronald Cheng Chung Kei get an endorsement deal:
The really sad part is that I don't care; I'd still buy that woman dinner.