I’m not afraid to say it: Smoking is cool.
I don’t care how many pictures I see of cancerous lungs or people smoking through holes in their throats â?” smoking is cool. Charred lungs and holes in throats aren’t cool, mind you. Smoking, however, is definitely cool.
Smoking tastes cool, feels cool and – perhaps most importantly – looks cool.
I realize as I write this that I’ve just alienated the 80 percent of Americans who don’t smoke. But those battle lines were drawn long ago. For the past several decades, well-intentioned yet obnoxiously self-righteous do-gooders have managed to almost completely ostracize those dirty, dirty smokers.
Since I am such a superbly professional journalist, I will disclose my own biases right from the get-go. I am a smoker. In the year that I’ve been smoking, I’ve smoked about two and a half packs of cigarettes – total. My last cigarette was several months ago (although I’m probably going to smoke another one a little later today). Though I’m not a regular smoker, and I’m not addicted, there’s nothing I love more than a good cigarette or two every couple of weeks when the urge strikes.
I’m not saying smoking is always cool. The difference is all in the way you handle it. I, for one, only smoke when I’m reasonably well-dressed.
Also, kids do not look cool when smoking. They look like delinquents. Unfortunately, they’re still naÃ