Today is another busy day, but I figured I'd write a quick post about Donald Trump's jocular admission of sexual assault and a certain segment of society dismissing it as "locker room talk". Yesterday, I was in a locker room, after teaching three children's classes. I ran into my friend Sap, who is pushing sixty. We talked about how, from April to October, he has had a pain-free tennis season. Sal has a daughter who I am privileged to know- not once has he ever referred to her as a "piece of ass".
I also had a nice long talk with Danny, the locker room attendant, lRgely about his college course load this semester. I assured him that he could keep the physics textbook I loaned him last December so he could get a leg up on his physics prerequisite for engineering. Danny was born in Mexico's Federal District and immigrated as a child. He wants to get an engineering degree so he can expand his father's construction business. Sometimes, Mexico does send its best and brightest.
Anyway, that's what I consider locker room talk, but then again, we're not a bunch of assholes.