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