The other day I had an epiphany. Through a series of bizarre and unlikely personal events I discovered that things which have always seemed obvious, black and white, beyond all reasonable doubt, may in fact not be so clear-cut after all. This was quite a painful and humbling experience.

It was on this said other day that my Facebook status, acting independently and with malice aforethought, updated itself to tell the world that I was visiting Hobart’s premier (ok, only) strip club, the Mens Gallery. Now I know what you are thinking – the Facebook status said you were at the Mens Gallery because you were at the Mens Gallery. That’s certainly what I’d think if I were you and you were the poor schmuck who’s social networking application is seemingly hell bent on trashing your reputation (such as it is). But as Richard Dawkins is my witness, I wasn’t there. Really. Continue reading