Tiger Beatdown: Above reproach: why do we never question fidelity?

I’ve been in Italy for the past ten days or so, on an end of summer break. Which, you know, it was great and I had all the food and all the art related visits to galleries and the Venice Art Biennial and walking through Milano (did I ever mention how awful I feel every time I visit Milano which I used to do regularly for work related reasons? It’s the only city I’ve ever been where I feel truly inadequate no matter what I am wearing or how well put together I am; the degree of style and beauty in regular people is pretty much unseen, at least for me, anywhere else in the world). But I digress because my summer break was not the subject of this post, although I did spend quite some time thinking about the topic during my vacation because it was inspired by Roman empire ruins and, of all people, Silvio Berlusconi.

I am back from Italy and to prove that I intend to continue throwing flames, this time I wrote about fidelity, faithfulness and patriarchy (which, you know, are very pertinent to my Italian excursion).