The other day I asked my girlfriend what she thought of my Tony Romo post. I expected to hear the words, "Oh, it was pretty funny," or "You really do dislike Tony Romo," but what I received from her was, "You pandered."

Uh .... uh ......  yes, I did! I included some gratuitous female flesh in the post, which wasn't completely relevant to the post, but why hate on me? Sex sells, baby! I thought the inclusion of some attractive women would boost my readership numbers. Presently, this blog receives about 100 hits per day, and if a few tasteful photos of scantily clad women will increase that number, then I'm all for it - I guess. Is Hugh Hefner such a bad man? I'm not aspiring to be Larry Flynt and I know porn when I see it.

As my girlfriend remarked, "I'm not your audience." That's probably true, because my girlfriend would usually have no interest in reading a sports-obsessed blogger going off on Dallas Cowboys quarterback Tony Romo, but you can't choose the blogger you're dating, can you?

If you read this blog frequently or infrequently, you are exposed to the byzantine quality of my mind for a few minutes a day. My girlfriend is not so fortunate. My girlfriend may be the only person who has read every last word of this blog, and for that alone she should be sainted. Mother Theresa worked with lepers and the poor, but my girlfriend has to deal with the mad ramblings of some self-proclaimed blogger.

She hears my parade of non-sequiturs. She has heard me expound on my theory of the late 1960s - 1970s mammary glands shot omission from today's cinema and how we're a poorer society because of it. She has experienced my anger at the state of pizza in Massachusetts and the ugly perversion that is Greek pizza in Massachusetts. She has been my sole audience when I do a point-by-point analysis of "Project Runway" in comparison to "Top Chef." I have confessed to her that I dig the "Rachel Zoe Project", but "Work Out" starring Jackie Warner is a self-indulgent psychotic mess. TLC's "Jon & Kate plus Eight" is a Sheridan favorite and how I like to annoy my girlfriend by referring to Matt Roloff on "Little People Big World" as "the biggest little drunk on television."

I have told her that Bravo is gay television and that's spot on. Bravo panders to its audience. When the judges make a decision to boot a contestant from "Top Chef" or "Project Runway", the heterosexual had better be afraid. Bravo needs to sustain its audience, and if a heterosexual has to be sacrificed to move gay television forward, so be it. Is that pandering or is Bravo making the gay lifestyle more mainstream? I argue a little bit of both and we're all better off for it.

Did John McCain pander to his base when he gave the world a formal introduction to Sarah Palin's view of America and did "Joe The Plumber" and "Joe Six-Pack" really need to hear Sarah Palin's world view? Sarah Palin's world isn't remotely close to the life I lead in the cradle of liberalism -- Massachusetts. Vladimir Putin doesn't fly over Massachusetts increasing my knowledge of U.S. foreign policy and I am not a hockey mom, but my girlfriend is. My girlfriend is not a champion snowmobiler nor a member of the Steel Workers Union, like the First Dude, but she does have a special needs child. My girlfriend works longer and harder hours than Sarah Palin, and she doesn't have the First Dude at her side, but she has to hear the deluded thoughts of Sheridan.

My girlfriend had the good fortune of going on this blog to see some photos of devout Dallas Cowboys fans, and I received an education in how to disappoint someone. In that moment, I gained a very small understanding of how Howard Stern must have felt when his ex-wife listened to his radio show.

"Honey, it's just some stupid photos."

In my girlfriend's mind, she's asking herself, how did I end up with this clown?

I am what I am. I like some guys stuff. Correction - I like a lot of guys stuff. I find "Jackass" hilarious, but I hate Steven Segal movies. I cry whenever I watch "Terms of Endearment" and "Remember The Titans," but I ridicule Lifetime movies.

Do I pander?

Yes, I pander, but I also found the photos and the captions funny. Alright, maybe they weren't exactly knee-slapping, side-splitting snorts of laughter, but they were titillating in a frat guy sort of way.  I'm not exporting kiddie porn and I'm not recruiting on craigslist to start an internet porn company, but as Bill Parcells said,  "You are what you are." Alright, I confess, I pandered.

Please kill me for this transgression and bear witness to how I blatantly pander to my girlfriend.