Glass attacks are no laughing matter
REDFOO was never my favourite guy in the world.
Be it through deplorable dance moves, useless comments as an X Factor judge or his annoying ability to somehow win over attractive top-10 women's tennis players, he's hardly the type of guy for whom I can easily find sympathy in any situation.
But when this week it emerged that the pop star had been the victim of a vicious glassing attack at a Sydney nightclub, all of those little problems of mine had to take a back seat.
Glass attacks are serious stuff.
While the humble drinking tumbler may seem quite innocuous on the surface, there's no denying its lethal potential in the wrong set of inebriated hands.
And that's something that, unfortunately for him, our good friend Redfoo now knows all too well.
His music may be terrible, but that certainly doesn't mean he - or anyone - deserves to be glassed in the face.
Come to that, it's actually rather shocking that we are still at a point as a society where seems perfectly reasonable to serve glasses in pubs well into the early hours of the morning.
Now, I'm all for tradition.
And as my friends would well and truly attest to, I'm especially fond of tradition when it involves cold beer.
But unfortunately, times have changed.
Rightly or wrongly, it's no longer a safe bet that one can go to his or her local on a Saturday night without even the need to remind one's self to "stay safe".
The fact is, the world has idiots.
That in mind, however, are we really much better than those idiots in defending the glasses' right to stay?
"It's not the glass's fault; it's the violent buffoon holding the glass that's the problem," I hear you say.
Hmm... Sounds eerily similar to a certain debate about guns going on in the United States at the moment.
What we are being blind to, as are our American cousins in, admittedly, a much more obviously stupid way, is the fact that we have the opportunity to save lives...with a pretty astounding amount of ease.
Is Norman the afternoon regular at the Central going to mind if his pot of gold is in a pot of plastic?
Is Gerald the Sunday afternoon TAB fanatic going to mind if his rum and cola isn't in something he can smash and throw at someone's face if he loses a big bet?
And is Jack the incredibly cheap uni student going to mind if his Wednesday night four-dollar basic is in something he'll probably still drop at some point, just without the need to bring out the vacuum cleaner and likely get himself kicked out?
Because when it all comes down to it, when we go to have a drink, we all want to feel and stay safe.
Knowing a half-smashed glass and a half or fully smashed person won't be coming towards my face at any point sounds like a pretty good night.
As long as Redfoo's music isn't playing, that is.