I’ve been reading a variety of blogs and articles all talking about the same thing, namely, what the hell is wrong with Rolling Stone Magazine and why isn’t this dinosaur put out of its misery like now?

I guess I was never really in Rolling Stone’s target demographic. I majored in International Business in college, and though I considered myself a liberal for most of my life, I think my slide into conservatism started in my Junior year, when I can distinctly remember arguing with a guy I was dating about landlord’s rights. I was strictly for dumping out squatters, and the guy, who was at least 10 years older than me, was strictly on the side of giving the squatters more freebies just ‘cause. Shockingly, we didn’t work out.

I have a variety of questions for the cosmos and the so-called experts. When they’re answered to my satisfaction, I’m sure the world will be a better place. For me, anyway.

Who, exactly, sold us on the idea that exercise gives energy? I’ve been exercising religiously and while I’ve noted that it gives me muscle aches, a sweaty body, and shortness of breath, I have yet to feel like I could take on the world after a brisk workout. I can take on the world after a six-pack and a box of Oreos, but not after working out on a Nordic track.