So I'm off to write that hit song, "Alone In My Principles."

I've never been a big fan of James Bond. The dialogue is corny and overpopulated with double entendres, and the action pretty unbelievable and silly. Then there's the man himself. He's sexist, smirky, a bit too smooth, and a slut. All of these things make me want to haul off and smack him. He's British, so you think that'd soften the blow for me, but alas, it never did.

Until now. . .



I wish I could say that it doesn't matter who plays James Bond. That I have integrity and unbendable principles. I don't like the way women are portrayed in these films (or men either, for that matter. Did you see that torture scene in Casino Royale? Ouch!), or the glorification of indiscriminate sex, or the overabundance of violence. That should be enough. . .

But...




And I don't even like blondes.