I went to Chick-fil-a this morning with a couple of good friends of mine that I haven’t seen in while. We talked about guys who have hairy backs…specifically that little patch of hair sometimes found on the lower-back. It was deep conversation. Anyway, it reminded me of exactly how thankful I am that I am not one of those men. I’m sorry if you are. I mean, for real, I really am sorry. I’m not quite sure what the lower-back hair patch is designed for – some sort of stubborn evolutionary holdout I suppose – but the fact that it still exists at all in these modern times is beyond me. And no offense to those of you who have it, but seriously, wouldn’t you get rid of it if you could? I mean, I know all God’s creatures are beautiful and everything, but for real. And maybe it’s just because I’m a guy and it’s difficult for me to find the physical beauty in other guys anyway (although I’ll admit, I think Brad Pitt is a handsome man), but has there ever even been a woman who’s thought to herself, “man, I can’t wait to run my fingers through that little lower-back hair patch.” Doubtful. But I think it’s like Glenn Beck said the other night in reference to (now) Senator Scott Brown of Massachusetts (who once posed naked for some magazine back in 1982), “I don’t understand why anyone would want to spend any time at all looking at the naked male body…because it’s just gross…100% of Americans agree: Naked men should never, ever, be seen – ever.” Preach it. So maybe the lower-back hair patch doesn’t really make all that much of a difference in the grand scheme. Bottom line is, women are crazy, seriously crazy, for giving any of us men a second look. Love is definitely blind.