Tragedies are Worse for Pretty People, We are Biased Toward Pretty People.

From Future ON AIR JUDGE WYLD SHOW - Radio Talk
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BIASED TOWARD PRETTY PEOPLE
Pretty People. Seriously. Don’t we tend to think that it would be very tough to be sad for Pretty People. After all, we know the pretty people have some advantages. They smile and things just fall into place for them. Jobs, promotions, special deals, membership to country clubs, some one stops and changes their tires for them. Oh my…. We MOST CERTAINLY DON’T feel sorry for pretty people do we????

Early this week as I was driving through a neighborhood, a cop was trying to get past me to catch up with a car. After a bit of jockeying around some parked cars and him turning on his overhead flashing lights, he went around me. I could have held him up enough for the speeding car to get away… but I didn’t.

I caught up with the cop and the victim. As I drove by, I had that human natural reaction that we have when we see something cute or something beautiful…. Aaaaaahhhhh geeeeee bummer… she is sooooooooo cuuuuuteeee… I hope he goes easy on her…. Aaaaaaaaaah.

If it were an ugly, obese, cigarette smoking, messed up hair, cheeto crumbs chick… “serves her right for speeding through here, kids could have been hurt!!! Throw the book at her, Danno!!”

YES WE DO. We don’t want to admit it… but we are absolutely biased ourselves… inside of us, our first inclination, we are biased TOWARD, IN FAVOR of, PRETTY PEOPLE.

Think about it. On TV news. They talk about a tragedy and the people involved. Hearing the intro to the story makes you sad, oh how terrible, and then they show the people. The victim’s photo… a cute little boy… maybe missing, maybe dead. You people go OOOOOOOOOHHHH and he is soooooooo adorable toooooooo….

WHAT? Why the extra ooooooo that the kid is cute? You won’t admit it, but there was an extra ooooooo why ANY extra ooooo at all?

How about the young couple on their honeymoon. TRAGEDY… DEATH… DIE on their honeymoon. First they talk about it. It is terrible, two days into their honeymoon, he had started his first accounting job out of college, wanted to be an independent Certified Public Accountant with his own business. She had joined a dental practice but planned to be a dentist part time when they were to have children. Not only young, but with such promising glorious lives ahead of them. Dead. We feel sad.

Then you look at the TV. They are showing smiling wedding photos, GREAT looking young lady and her handsome man… she is the dream bride, he is the dream groom… and on top of the sad heart you already have…. What???

Oooooooooo and she was sooooo pretty…and he was sooooooo handsome…. You utter… oooo this is a tragedy…. The next day you tell your friend…. Oooo Betty, did you see that story about that young couple in Connecticut??? Wasn’t she so pretty? That was a TRAGEDY.

There is no point here but to point out… the next time you see a victim of a tragedy… think about that extra whimper. You give that 5 percent, or 10 percent extra whimper for the cute child, the pretty missing young lady, the handsome man. We can’t change that, but we can admit it…can’t we???

Sincerely, JUDGE WYLD

Being LAIDOFF is GREAT!!! Join Dave in Celebrating!

From Future ON AIR JUDGE WYLD SHOW - Radio Talk
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Dave’s Laidoff Life of Luxury

Dave provided two stories and topics previously. Dave is getting a divorce of a marriage of 30 years and getting laid off from a job of 32 years. Pretty ROUGH huh?

So Judge Wyld gave him a couple of women from the Wyld black book. He had a blast with them…. For however long he needed to. So he is back in that dating spin again. Good.

Also talked about Dave getting laidoff and how good people are getting laidoff in this economy now.

But here we go… I had been awfully productive and took some time on Friday afternoon to push productivity aside… I called Dave to see how he was doing. I mentioned I was kicking back part of Friday…. On his voice mail.

He calls back and leaves a message about how GREAT it is being laidoff. It’s a long vacation; it’s looking out over the lake from his luxury apartment; it’s getting up in the middle of the night to enjoy a lightning show from a thunderstorm; it’s getting paid a half a year’s regular pay as severance and drawing unemployment; it’s not worrying because he has job offers already; it’s getting the passcodes from a university to go mess around in their laboratories and increasing his skills when he feels like it. Life is GREAT…

Way to go Dave…. Chicks and freedom and money and self esteem…. Dave is HIGH on life right now. If he hadn’t been laidoff of his job… if he were doing the daily grind of a job that he had for 32 years… he’d be having a tough summer… But for now… FOR NOW… being laid off is GREAT!!!! I’m HAPPY for DAVE!!

Sincerely, JUDGE WYLD

Pianos, Good Old People, Crashing a 60th Wedding Annivesary Party to find Good Women

From Future ON AIR JUDGE WYLD SHOW - Radio Talk
Excerpt from show prep notes. On air content may have been more or less. Not journalistic or debate notes.

PIANO WEDDING
Judge Wyld found a piano… Mind you… I wasn’t taking a long time to search. I was really hoping one would fall into my lap. Pun intended. So a quick search of craigs list and and voila!!! Several to choose from.

I asked my piano teacher… any advice?? She said, “Don’t get a Spinet.” Evidently there are spinets, consoles, and some other kind. Don’t get a Spinet.
So yes. I am getting a spinet. She also says, don’t call the notes: dots, the clefs; lines, the keys; buttons; and the other things that I call squigglies. So although I deserve it, she refuses to hit me and I insist that she not put little kiddie stickers on my lesson book when I pass the test on each lesson.

I saw these piano advertisements which caused me to be both dubious AND hopeful…and select two: a console one that is 50 miles away and one that is across town. The expensive one is an ‘as is’ come and get it.

The other one was a spinet (cheaper) and would be delivered and tuned. I went to look at the spinet and bought it. The seller was a very old retired pastor and his wife. He gets the pianos from various sources (his grown daughter plays piano and is married to a pastor), He fixes the pianos and has a fix up checklist of 25 items including cleaning the inside and outside of the piano.

His wife played a fancy tune using all of her thin little fingers and then worked on figuring out the tax on the sale. The old man enjoyed hearing what I was going to do with the piano. (learn to play so I can play at a nursing home.) He handed me an invitation to their 60th Wedding Anniversary party.

Should I go to the 60th Wedding Anniversary party? I’m single… where do you go to meet good women?… there is no good place to meet a good woman so any opportunity could hold promise of a a great man like be to cross paths with a good lady.
So I might go to a stranger’s 60th Wedding Anniversary party. Think about it. 4 generations of female possibilities… ok… only three… those in their 80s are off my list.

The piano was delivered on Thursday… The Party is not until next Saturday.

Sincerely, JUDGE WYLD