Smarm Alarm

Amanda, I thought, once posted an entry entitled "Smarm Alarm," but I can't find it for the life of me (if you're reading this, help me out!). It was my first exposure to the word "smarm," so naturally it came to mind today when a certain downtown character I haven't seen in a while waltzed into a coffee shop that shall remain nameless to protect the innocent. It's no skin off my back, but sometimes it gets under my skin when older, hairy, greasy, shady, overtly smarmy men get copious and enthusiastically positive attention - and often bizarrely from representatives from both genders. It's not that I'm starved of attention (far from it!), it's just that it's an ungood, untruthful, unbeautiful situation and just souls are justified in being miffed. In fact, God Himself is miffed. Amen? Anybody? Steve? Ay Steve?