We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
I'm always amazed at the high of beautiful women in the place that I'm visiting. After reflecting on this many times, I've decided that I'm attracted to the exotic, and "exotic" means different from what I am used to seeing.
I am totally smitten by the ladies of Copenhagen. I think Danish women are the most beautiful on this planet. Actually, a lot of the European girls are simply stunning. And when you've been away from the States for a couple of weeks, or months, it's always a shocker to be dropped into an air terminal like La Guardia, O'Hare, or LAX. Americans look like they just rolled out of bed. Slovenly, overweight blimps walking around in their "athletic" sweats and workout get-ups. Welcome to the Pajama Republic.
Very similar with me. My work sometimes takes me to the world's wilder, excuse me, "developing" places, where life is nasty, brutish and short. When I return, dropped into a Stateside air terminal, my countrymen remind me of the little aliens in Close Encounters - soft, kind of roly-poly, childlike. Not wary, lean and cunning like in the places I've just left.