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I occasionally get criticized by my more conservative peers for the seeming inconsistency between my acknowledgement of the inherent wrongness of certain actions (i.e., promiscuity) and my acceptance of those acts in others. I always try to explain that I believe certain actions may be immoral (i.e., contrary to a religion or worldview) but not unethical (i.e., contrary to the greater good of society). While one may strictly enforce morals in one's own life, I elaborate, in a pluralistic society, the only standard to which one can hold others is the standard of ethics.
"Ah," my peers reply, "so you're not a hypocrite after all."
To which I reply "Well, I never said that.", and then I go off and have sex with five hundred people.
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(Saturday. EXT: sidewalk)
JH: Don't take this the wrong way, but I have to wonder why you're friends with Max. It just seems like she's constantly making you uncomfortable.
EB: Agh, I know. I feel like such a hypocrite some times. I mean, as long as she's responsible with it, I totally support her lifestyle choice in THEORY, but every time she rubs it in my face, I just get... I don't know.
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JH: Hey, you don't have to explain yourself to me. Everyone's a little uncomfortable when confronted with a sexuality they don't share. I mean, I don't consider myself a homophobe, but when some amorous dude makes a play for my junk, I must confess I manifest both heebies and jeebies.
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EB: Yeah, I'd say Max and I have an Odd Couple kind of relationship, but that'd imply that I'm her opposite, and I really don't want to be a frigid asexual ice bitch.
JH: Well, you're definitely not a frigid ice bitch, I'll say that.
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EB: You're damn right, I'm not. You are about to MEET the frigid ice bitch, my friend.
JH: Um... yay?
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