I guess dudes have to pay

Last night, Mr. Pistol and I were in the kitchen, doing post-dinner cleanup–mad domestic, right?–and talking about Andrew Weil, who happens to be Mr. P’s fave health guru and personal hero, and the reason I have been persuaded twice to quit caffeine. (Never again.) I was saying how Dr. Weil is constantly recycling the same information, between his books, the website, TV appearances, etc. Mr. Pistol was keen to defend him–the getting-the-information-to-the-people argument. I said sure, no doubt that’s part of it, but it’s also about making lots and lots of money. The guy pushes his own brand of vitamins, and he put his name on a line of anti-aging skincare products from Origins, even though he wrote a book about how the best way to deal with aging is to just fucking accept it.

Mr. P wanted to change the subject. He goes, “Know what I’m selling?”

“What?”

“Tickets to the bone zone.”

“Oh, really?” I said. “Heh.”

“Yeah. And the ladies get in for free.”

Oh Mr. Pistol, you walked right into that one.

Cool as school.

by Pistol Whip | 23 February 2007 | cute, bone zone | Comments