Why is it always the homeliest and dumpiest among ’em who just can’t refrain from getting themselves all nekkid in public, and will find any excuse at all to sound high-minded about indulging their exhibitionist kink?
At my #Cambridge College's end of term supervisor dinner tonight wearing feminist fashion by @theuniformtalks #JennaYoung – with some added marker pen! Cambridge supports #MyBodyMyChoice. Do you? #feminism #liberty #DeedsNotWords pic.twitter.com/JWZuxWQdn6
— Victoria Bateman (@vnbateman) June 12, 2018
Well, okay, I guess for a middle-aged Feminazi college professor, she ain’t all THAT bad, really. Considering the beached-whale gravy boats stripping off at Lefty protest-cum-riots from sea to shining sea in our own nation, we’ve all surely beheld worse. But still: nope, ain’t no unseeing that.
I have to believe that someday, a reasonably cute Lefty chick willing to let ’em breathe in broad daylight will surface, thus negating the endless parade of blubberous, screeching, pink-mohawked tuna schooners and making our long national nightmare worth all the suffering that led up to her welcome emergence. I hereby pledge to do my little all in securing her internet-sensationhood, should that frabjous day arrive while I’m still young enough to give a damn.
Thanks for nuthin’ to Heartiste, who quips: “Forget it, Jake, it’s Vaginatown.“