Jonathan Ames, why am I on your email list? Why do I have to hear about your one-man monologues? And most importantly, why do I need to be subjected to a photograph of your naked back ruptured by a cupping technique used on you for Dave Eggers only knows some crazy reason? Call me neurotic, but even a second glance at this grotesque image reveals you're not just showcasing the handiwork of a traditionally-trained holistic healer you found on Kenmare Street. You're flexing your back muscles and working it in a manner tantalizing to anyone, I suppose, who ranks huge red welts right up there with a strong jaw-line and nice smile on the attractiveness scale.
People, don't check your taste at the keyboard.