“The only people afraid of being replaced by sex dolls are those who are already replaceable. They should work on themselves instead of whining.” — SGOTI (some guy on the Internet)
Behold the Kardashian model:
Mind you, if it conforms to the usual Kardashian standard, it’ll be used by Black guys exclusively.
“Dear Dr. Kim:
“What do I do?” — #MillennialProblems
Switch to Cascade. FFS, can’t your generation figure out anything for yourselves?
Looks like I’m not the only one who is enraptured by this new Millennial activity. Try this comment (marked with the red arrow):
Ranked in ascending order of frightfulness:
- “Did anyone see where that wounded buffalo went?”
- “Funny; I could have sworn that there were six lionesses in that pride, not five.”
- “Sorry, man; I forgot the snakebite serum back at camp.”
- “What do you mean, you left all the booze back at the airport?”
Your suggestions in Comments, as always.
In yesterday’s Comments, Reader Darwin pointed me to his “review” of the Bridget, revealing an unashamedly-retro yearning for sports-car driving of yore. And I’m in full agreement therewith.
Of course, somebody already made the Bridget: it’s called the Caterham 7 Sprint, and I want one so badly my toes are twitching:
Read both linked articles, if you want to know what kind of car man I am.
My only gripe with the Caterham (and for that matter, the Bridget too) is that once seated therein, one’s ass would be mere inches off the ground. That means, in my case anyway, the assistance of one of these to get me out of the damn thing:
Other than that, I’d already have one of the Sprints. Or the Bridget. Or, if Honda ever decided to restart production, the S600 (which the Bridget resembles, according to Reader Darwin), or… don’t get me started.
Apparently, some courtside models are moaning about wearing skimpy outfits in cold weather. Predictably, the Gummint is right on it:
After complaints that models at the Barcelona Open in April were forced to wear uniforms that were a hazard to their health, multiple fines of more than $38,000 have been handed out by the Catalonia’s regional Work Inspectorate, the Spanish workplace-relations watchdog. Models from the Tote Vignau agency registered an official complaint against the agency and major sponsor Schweppes after they were forced to brave cold temperatures in the skimpy uniforms that did not protect them properly from the elements when the temperatures dropped below 50 degrees.
I don’t want to sound too callous about this, but without the sponsors, the chicas wouldn’t have had this job at all. From my time in the advertising- and promotion business, you do what the sponsor tells you to do, period, end of story.
That said, however, the promotion planners of this event need to get their botties spanked because the nature of planning means that you make contingencies for… oh I don’t know, say, the weather?
Clearly, the tennis promoters need to take a lesson from Formula One and MotoGP, who always make sure their sponsors’ models are dressed appropriately for the weather. And for educational purposes only, allow me to illustrate what I’m talking about:
…and note the presence of brollies in the next pic, to protect the young ladies from the rain or harsh sunlight:
Now that’s what I call considerate. (Incidentally, I want one of those Alfa Romeo brollies really badly.)