Privacy question is out of whack
Let me get this straight. We are all up in arms because the NSA is collecting data on the phone numbers we call, but if I try to buy a pair of shoes on the Internet, every website I look at after that for weeks is advertising the same shoes I just looked at. We don’t seem to be worried about that privacy. We are really crazy people.
Lee Heidel, Signal Mountain
Caitlyn’s essence is pure vanity
Rather than shoulder Bruce Jenner on a victory lap – for waving vice in the face of virtue on the cover of Vanity Fair – we should remember that Vanity Fair was originally a town on the road to the character Christian’s salvation in John Bunyan’s allegory “Pilgrim’s Progress:” “And the name of that town is Vanity; and at the town there is a fair kept, called Vanity Fair. At this fair are all such merchandise sold, as houses, lands, trades, places, honors, preferments, titles, countries, kingdoms, lusts, pleasures and delights of all sorts, as whores, bawds, wives, husbands, children, masters, servants, lives, blood, bodies, souls, silver, gold, pearls, precious stones and what not. And, moreover, at this fair there is at all times to be seen juggling cheats, games, plays, fools, apes, knaves and rogues, and that of every kind.” Examining the fair “Caitlyn” in a pose reminiscent of sexy cover models, straight people might gain momentary insight from Jenner’s personification of sexual confusion into transsexuality’s hopeful attraction, but the delusion of satin and makeup withers and reveals its wretched essence: vanity, body and soul.