Random Shots on Friday
I'm very not motivated to comment this week. Sad, I know. There are several stories out there that, by rights, I should tear apart - like the group of exotic dancers who raised a bunch of money to donate to the Canadian Breast Cancer Charity Place (not the actual name), but the cash was refused because the sponsers didn't want to be associated with strippers. How retarded is it when a group of women who use the focal body part of said charity in their daily lives raise funds in memory of a friend who died from the focal disease can't even have their funds used because of a tight-ass group of repressed Mennonite wannabes? Goddamn.
Anna Nicole Smith. Waste of my time. Apparently not CNN's. Can anyone tell me where she was on Monday? No? I didn't think so. If you didn't care about where she was Monday when she was alive, why the fuck should I care now when she's dead? Right - I shouldn't.
Repressed part deux = a theater in the U.S. received a complaint about its marquee because it was advertising the upcoming showing of The Vagina Monologues. See, this woman was driving a kid somewhere and the girl kid asked the woman what a "vagina" was after seeing the word. The woman was offended that she had to answer the question.
I swear, you can't make up stupidity like that. So anyway, she complained and the theater changed the marquee to say, The Hoohaa Monologues, which, funny as it is, isn't the actual name so the organizers called and had the theater re-post "Vagina" on the sign.
I wonder if the woman told the kid that "vagina" was a flavor of ice-cream in Japan? Or perhaps she explained it as being the term for a person on vacation in Regina. No, I'd bet $10,000 that she couldn't find Regina on a map of North America in five minutes. Ah well, maybe she just calls hers Satan's Pit of Temptation.
In any event, not being motivated lends itself to a lot of laying around and watching soft-porn on a Friday night. I'm going to do that now (see, that's the sign of a good writer - the post comes full circle right back to the boobies).