I’m feeling pretty lazy at the moment, and to the guilt that slowly creeps in every 10 minutes or so, I say “I’m not gonna take it anymore!” This is the point of holidays – setting aside days without a to-do list ruling every moment, days that can mean wonderful conversations with loved ones, or just sitting on the couch, lazily checking emails, E!online, King of Queens in the background.

We find ourselves at that point of the year. You know, the busy, insane part that ends up looking like sitting in traffic to get the presents bought and dragging ourselves to every last holiday party even though we hit our breaking point on December 2nd. Funniest thing about all these shenanigans is that it’s actually just about the best time of the year to sit and reflect. I believe, even as I book my tickets for 85 X-mas themed events over the next five days, that this is the true point of December/Winter/New Years. But somewhere along the way, we lost that innate tendency to reflect as our lives, and desires, took over. Some of us (my generation, ahem) have never known it any other way. Which is why, when I received two little gifts of stimulating questions on Friday, couple with a piece I wrote at BNT several weeks ago about developing a personal manifesto, I looked up at the sky and said, “ok, I get it.” Time to ponder 2009, and slowly and gently bring it to a close.

Seems there are many different outfits popping up to help people with the big problems in life, including being stuck on dating sites that mainly consist of ugly people, and advice about soft drinks and health coming directly from, you guessed it, Coke. I thought we should take a moment to think about how lucky we are to be living in the greatest of times. But, this, without a doubt, is the greatest of the great: Gay conversion therapy.