Thursday, March 13, 2008


Two interesting stories about privacy this week. First, Eliot "what the hell were you thinking" Spitzer. Prostitution should most definitely be legal, but even illegal, his encounter with 'Kristen' was way less icky than Bill Clinton's dalliance with Monica or even San Francisco mayor Gavin Newsom's romp with his best friend's wife, both of which were way grosser than Spitzie's transaction with a paid professional. But, as he said himself, if you make it your life's business to keep everyone around you on the straight and narrow, be prepared for a dose of your own bitter medicine.

Today, the 9th Circuit Court of Appeals ruled that a city cannot test all employees for drugs or alcohol and instead must demonstrate that there is a safety or security issue that necessitates drug testing. This makes so much sense--those wide brush strokes don't differentiate between a bus driver, whose intoxication can kill lots of people and a librarian (the fired employee in this case), whose intoxication at worst could prompt reckless erasure of late fees or highly irregular date stamping.

And since I've seen that damn Tide commercial at least half a dozen times tonight, let me tell you how creeped out I am by Kelly Ripa's over-muscled man arms.

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