It looks like one of those bras the youths buy at the tween American Eagle offshoot. 

Yeah. I’m lucky that I haven’t gotten womped by gravity yet, but I am under no illusions as to what the future holds. And I wouldn’t attempt any of that jumping around without, like 2 sports bras, a couple of ace bandages, and 10 hail marys. Accurate, though.

Whomever started that trope must have been a stacked woman. Because no one is trying to give herself black eyes.

It surely does.

The IBTC must be heard.

That about sums it up.

The chairman recognizes the representative from the IBTC!

The feeling is like when you were in high school and you’ve been schlepping around a backpack fool of books and binders all day and then you finally get to put down the backpack. Every day forever. 

Comments like these are why i keep reading this site.

This is the only time I’ll ever complain about the woman in a beer ad not being stacked enough.

Honestly, the person bothering me after I’ve indicated that their attention is unwanted is the rude one. I’m not obligated to entertain a person once I’ve set my boundaries. It’s on the offending party to not bother me, not me to prevent the offending party from bothering me. It’s why the proper way to approach…

Why do you think your boss wants you to bother me when I’m clearly not interested in engaging? It’s to drive sales. Which drives tips. I’m sorry your boss chastises you for not bothering me, but that’s not my problem. I came in for a drink/dinner and to be left alone beyond those interactions. That’s what my head in…

I mostly agree with you here, but sometimes putting my face in my phone and refusing to engage with someone (usually a man-bartender, server, other patron) who hasn’t heeded my previous indications that I’m not interested in any social interaction beyond ordering, receiving, and paying for my food. Any woman has had…

The folks on here who feel entitled to your time and attention for simply existing in public are astounding. 

Right? I'm paying these folks to bring me my food/drink, not to be my friend. Go mine for tips elsewhere, Joel.

That’s fair. I can’t imagine loading down my bag with an item I can economize, but I can’t imagine you’re schlepping around either a pair of heels or flats, a makeup kit, bottle of water, a couple of snacks, sunglasses, and aspirin, on top of the normal keys, wallet, phone, iPad, either. Being able to ditch a physical…

Like I give a damn about what the guy who brings me my gingerale thinks about the state of my intelligence. Put the soda down, take your dollar tip and go the fuck away, Joel.

God, the virtue-signaling self-satisfaction and hand-wringing people do about how phones prevent us from experiencing the world around us. Oy. Who is toting around a book or newspaper in their hands/bags as anything other than an affectation, these days? The newspaper was out of date the moment it was printed and the…

Same.

Right? Not everyone goes to a restaurant/bar for the Cheers experience. If I wanted to eat and answer emails while distractedly courtesy-laughing at someone who expects my full attention because they're in close proximity, I would have stayed in my office and eaten with my interns.