my friend, mir, had a wife who liked (wanted to be?) ninjas. she had an origami ninja hanging from the fan chain in their kitchen. i liked the fact that she was secretly obsessed with ninjas. they are cool: the secret identity, the black comfy clothing, the physical fitness and skill at both offense and defense, the razor sharp stars, the sword. i’d be a ninja, if it wasn’t for all that killing business.

ninjas are so cute. what’s not to love?