An Ode To Itty-Bitty, Teeny-Tiny, Little Leather Panties

My title this installment is inspired by the movie 300. For anyone interested in a very interesting and entertaining action movie (not to mention the aforementioned itty-bitty, teeny-tiny leather panties worn by 300 well *ahem* endowed Spartans) I highly recommend it. I personally find it to be a brilliant idea. Muscled men, in not much clothing running around acting all manly in that I-kill-to-save-my-country way, jumping, stabbing, thrusting, usually a little bit dirty and sometimes all wet. Brilliant I say, brilliant.

All right, I’ll stop objectifying the other sex now. I don’t feel horribly bad about it, though and I’ll tell you why. Because it isn’t just the hotness of the Spartans that inspires my lust, it is, believe it or not, their personalities. In the movie you see the honor that drives them, the bonds of friendship, the love for their wives, children, and countrymen. Without that I wouldn’t be writing any “odes,” but with that I’m simply grateful that someone decided to present honorable men whom happen to be hot not wearing many clothes. That, I feel very little guilt for expressing.

As I sit grading papers I worry that my student’s ethics aren’t nearly as thought-out (or at least rationalized) as mine are. It can be “necessary and right” to kill someone they say, even if murder is always unethical. Well to that I say, why is murder always unethical? And if it is necessary and right but still unethical, is it perhaps neither necessary nor right? I am not claiming all ethical answers of the universe here, more just a general fright that these questions never seem to cross their minds. It is as if the world they live in cannot stand to be challenged in any way. That frightens me terribly, but then I suppose that’s why I’m doing what I’m doing. No fun being teacher if the people you teach have nothing to learn, myself included.

In any case, I have more papers to grade and more fantasizing to do. I also have a little bit of wishful thinking that I will receive an acceptance letter for myself (with funding) to a PhD program. I have even more wishful thinking that my friends will as well. If not I might just be moving back home with the ma and the pa and I’m not sure I’m ready for that sort of situation. Afterall, Spartans in itty-bitty, teeny-tiny, little, leather panties never date twenty-something teachers who live at home with their parents.

Oh, bless the leather panties though. Bless them indeed.