It’s not really a perception. Looking at Nielsen, WWE audiences have a lower median income and a lower education level than any of the big four sports. (This is probably not why my employer gave me access to Nielsen data.)

The worst is when some guy you haven’t seen since three jobs ago calls out of the blue to ask if you want to sign up with him as a “financial planner”. Like I can’t remember that this is the dumb motherfucker who couldn’t balance his checkbook and kept getting his utilities disconnected.

Then they pull out the “Women should support female-owned businesses!”

Here’s a reenactment of a discussion from three years ago dealing with MLM’s.(we didn’t even need the money):

I was being absurd, not serious. My point was at least you guys don’t have to come up with ways to diplomatically tell someone you aren’t in the market for pizza slice-patterned leggings.

Who could resist the lure of the superior potassium?

You can’t really dress up as an Indian or cowboy anymore, and recently a lot of the public has turned on the police. There just aren’t a lot of good options left.

Yes, you’re right. It definitely is not a sports entertainment promotion featuring musclebound men wearing sparkly spandex costumes slamming each other around for spectacle. It’s some whole other, more serious thing.

David Foster Wallace’s Infinite Jets

+1 for mom loving the HBCUs

BISON!!!

“These people have awful names.”

There are multiple retired Rusty Kuntz from major league baseball.

This story is repugnant, of course, but on the bright side, I may have found a new euphemism for masturbation in “harass the birthday person.”