It's getting so hard to avoid the stone-throwing, torch-bearing mobs that gather whenever I leave my house without my American burqa. What's a girl to do?
Via a commenter to a small victory.
Posted by Andrea Harris at January 1, 2003 04:43 PMIt's harsh. My wife doesn't wear cosmetics, have cosmetic surgery or wear fancy clothes, and she's stuck in a job where she's the darling of management, the technical authority figure and pulling down six figures. Somehow, she manages to get through that kind of daily oppression. If only she could wear a burqa and not be allowed to drive!
Posted by: Annoying Old Guy at January 1, 2003 at 05:06 PMI just sent that twit the following email.
What a load of utter tripe. To compare the cosmetic industry, fueled by the desire of it's customers to look pretty, to the burqa, a garment worn to prevent it's owner from being STONED TO DEATH BY IGNORANT FUCKWADS, is flat out reprehensible.
You are a twit of the first magnitude. Never waste my electrons again. For that matter, if you could refrain from ever speaking again (join a monastary, take a vow of silence), I'd be exceptionally grateful.
sorry, Andrea, but this comment has nothing to do with your post - Happy New Year! (love the new redesign.)
Posted by: Kathy at January 1, 2003 at 07:41 PMOh gawwwwd!
But consider the source. I live less than 50 miles from the publishers of this crap. Pity me.
Posted by: Ken Summers at January 1, 2003 at 07:59 PMI wonder if this guy's abhorance of things cosmetic, extends to personal hygine products? If it does, I'll bet he's a joy to be around on a hot day!! :)
Posted by: rinardman at January 1, 2003 at 10:17 PM