brianschlosser
Brian Schlosser
brianschlosser

You dont see male doctors or bankers or civil engineers wearing ballhuggers and mesh tees to work do you? There is such a thing as "professionalism" and professional dress, and it applies to men as well.

if this story was about the same girls being victims of statutory rape, would you argue they were old enough to consent?

It could be worse, she could have to do what Victoria did to discourage bumlookers: wear dresses with 17' wide skirts made of 24 separate layers of crinoline and entire bear hides.

In all likelihood it's someone who was already on staff...

I'm doubt her mother in law's opinions on proper dress are high on Camilla's mind...

If I say "I barely got any sleep, I feel like a zombie", do you not understand what I mean because zombie dont exist?

I want to hear more about the gang in OK with the Fightin' Irish fascination...

but it's the same scientist that first proposed the condition. If you think his work is invalid now, why do you trust the work he did then?

"Yeah, it would take a little bit of energy for the culture at large to stop pretending like this song is innocuous and, eventually, to stop using it"

Serious question: did you know the racist implications in the song before this article?

Kinda like chickens

Same reason you can't give muffin stumps...

She may not be the poultry liberator we want, but she's the poultry liberator we need.

I believe the epithet du jour is "The Negro"

Its pretty well settled that birds are the surviving clade of the dinosaurs. Which is pretty damn cool.

"We are dressed in our best, and are prepared to go down as gentlemen"

Also the source of my life's motto: Never Trust a Friar

NOT THE BEES! NOT THE BEES!!! AHHHH!!! THE BEES ARE IN MY EYES!!!!

JUST WALK AWAY. LEAVE YOUR POOPLESS PANTIES AND I'LL SPARE YOUR LIVES. JUST WALK AWAY.

I dunno... as a fat (but not ugly) guy, if that happened to me I'd be much more embarrassed, because no one likes to feel pitied (well, no one decently adjusted does). Or else I'd feel like I was being mocked, like the way some cute girls would follow me up the stairs in high-school and pinch my butt.