Dust

Dusting is possibly the dumbest activity imaginable. Twenty seconds after you've dusted, the dust just settles right back down again. Shaking a dust mop out the window is just as stupid. Half of it blows right back in and the rest waits until you open the window again to rush back in.
Dust was here long before mankind and will be here long after humans are extinct. It is an integral part of our natural habitat and we should respect that. Dust can be our friend if we let it.
Of course, if dust accumulates on certain body parts, that is a serious issue and should be addressed.

Dust

I do not dust. Dusting is not masculine. Sweeping, shoveling, hoeing, chopping ice, all masculine. My personal dust would fill excavation sites. I don't care. I'm standing firm on this. I'm also standing in a pile of dust.
Tony Randall dusts. Channing Tatum doesn't. I rest my case.
If I allowed comments I'm sure a maelstrom of heated opinions would ensue. This is something people feel strongly about, especially those who visit me and can't breathe.
I have to sign off now. I'm calling an 800 number to take a Panera survey in hopes of winning $2000. I'm certain the questions will be masculine in nature. Those are the only surveys I take.