There are not enough women in my life, or there are enough women who just aren’t in my life enough of the time. I went for brunch with J, G, and P yesterday. We discussed drug policy, immigration, men, cooking, and the degree to which money should play a role when you’re deciding what engineering firm to work for. I brought up the smoking ban, griped about it, parroted CO’s argument that if a no-smoking logo is all you have to put on a button to represent yourself to the world, you should make like Descartes and sit by a furnace for 27 days having a nice long think. G made the point that the government isn’t crusading against tobacco because of its care for citizens’ health, so much as because of its care for citizens’ health costs. Admittedly, improved health is a nice kick-back, if you narrow your focus to middle-class Canadians’ well-being and ignore tobacco’s relocated empire in Asia. I should just be happy I’m not subjected to second hand fumes, I guess, and trust that Parliament might one day discover the financial burdens of poverty or systemic racism.