My bearish positions are taking care of themselves, so I’m going to go on a mini-rant for a moment.
From time to time, I’ve mentioned one of my hundreds of pet peeves is the outsized efforts of advertisers to diversify. I realize I am probably one of the most left-wing people on Slope, but in spite of that I’ll go on record as saying my being irked by these forced mash-ups of races doesn’t come from racism, but realism.
I present to you, from my morning inbox, a snippet from an item that Hilton Hotels sent me, encouraging me to use their Hilton App to check into my room this Friday night.
So what we have, apparently, is a middle-aged man excitedly about to enter a private hotel room with one of the Cosby Kids while taking a good, long look at the youngster about to sashay into room 237 with him.
This, to my eyes, is creepy beyond all comprehension, because I do not think in the history of the known universe has the above scene ever taken place without something untoward taking place approximately three minutes after this photograph was taken.
And that’s all I’ve got to say about that.
