Monday, March 15, 2010

Ever Think You Were Born In The Right Time?


A little while ago, I was shooting my mouth off about how much the nineteen fifties blew infected dangly bits if you happened to be a delicate female lady woman (and doubly so if you happened to be Barbara.)

Another young woman, with Bettie Page bangs and fashionably pin-up cherry prints on her pencil-line skirt, took issue with my blanket statements by making a few of her own along the lines of "The Fifties were Awesome," "Feminism Is A Cabal of Monstrous Man-crushing Bull-Dyke Trolls With Fangs In Their Cunts." and If You Don't Feel Oppressed Then You Obviously Aren't."

While I agree that it is extremely ineffectual (and irritating) to examine life, the universe and everything through Victim Goggles, I respectfully beg to differ on the above points by way of presenting Exhibit A:


LYSOL. LYSOL IN YOUR CUNT. HOLY JESUS MARY AND JOSEPH YOUR CUUUUUUUUUUNT!

Did you read that thing? Pay attention to the words: Appealing daintiness is assured, be­cause the very source of objectionable odors is eliminated.

"THE VERY SOURCE" BEING THE VAG THAT YOU BURNED OUT WITH CAUSTIC CHEMICALS.
AUGHHHHHHHHHHHH!


I have never been so happy to be an 80's baby.

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