I am no fan of Geraldo Rivera. When he’s in the news I cringe. The guy is like that creepy grandpa that has more opinions than you care to deal with. However, as mature adults, we owe it to ourselves to hear all opinions, and to acquiesce when someone has a point.
This morning, my love asked me if I’d still love her if she got fat. Given that I’m fat, you’d think she wouldn’t even ask, but she did. And she was serious. “Of course I would,” I blurted out. Was I telling the truth? I had to think about it, but ultimately I decided that I was. However, do I want her to get fat? Nope.