And now you did too. Speaking of games, I caught myself playing one of my favorites yesterday. It's not the nicest of games, so bear with me for a second. It's called Fat or Pregnant and I don't think I even need to explain how you play. Is it wrong? Yes. Is it nasty and judgemental? Obviously. Is it something you sort of do all the time anyway. Of course, so why not make a game out of it. So yes, you're a bad person if you play, but the reality of the game is that there really aren't any winners in Fat or Pregnant, only losers. If you're a compulsvie gambler you can make bets; I never have, merely gentlemanly wagers, if you can bet about whether a woman is pregnant or simply fat and still call yourself a gentleman-I'm betting you can't. Gentlemanly bet not enough, up the stakes; the way to really get into the game is go up to the woman in question and ask "When are you due?" You've got a fifty-fifty shot; you're either going to get into a nice conversation about her upcoming parenthood-"You know, CB is a good name"-or you're going to find yourself in a very awkward and acrimonious conversation. So yeah, it's bad, I'm a bad guy, whatever, all I know is that you're going to find yourself out one day, passively scanning a crowd, and your eyes are going to stop on a woman with a questionable girth and you're going to ask yourself, "Fat or pregnant?"