Alarming News: I like Morgan Freeberg. A lot.
American Digest: And I like this from "The Blog That Nobody Reads", because it is -- mostly -- about me. What can I say? I'm on an ego trip today. It won't last.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: We were following a trackback and thinking "hmmm... this is a bloody excellent post!", and then we realized that it was just part III of, well, three...Damn. I wish I'd written those.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: ...I just remembered that I found a new blog a short while ago, House of Eratosthenes, that I really like. I like his common sense approach and his curiosity when it comes to why people believe what they believe rather than just what they believe.
Brutally Honest: Morgan Freeberg is brilliant.
Dr. Melissa Clouthier: Morgan Freeberg at House of Eratosthenes (pftthats a mouthful) honors big boned women in skimpy clothing. The picture there is priceless--keep scrolling down.
Exile in Portales: Via Gerard: Morgan Freeberg, a guy with a lot to say. And he speaks The Truth...and it's fascinating stuff. Worth a read, or three. Or six.
Just Muttering: Two nice pieces at House of Eratosthenes, one about a perhaps unintended effect of the Enron mess, and one on the Gore-y environ-movie.
Mein Blogovault: Make "the Blog that No One Reads" one of your daily reads.
The Virginian: I know this post will offend some people, but the author makes some good points.
Poetic Justice: Cletus! Ah gots a laiv one fer yew...
Not in official attire, anyway.
The skimpy outfits worn by the buxom waitresses would not be considered “proper attire” at the race track and the girls might never make it past officials at the front gate – even though the restaurant chain is one of the jockey’s sponsors.
Women on Belmont Stakes day are encouraged to wear “dresses, skirts or pantsuits” with “no jeans, shorts or abbreviated wear permitted,” the New York Racing Association proclaims on its Web site.
No one at Belmont Park said the women would be banned, but they might want to think twice about their dress code when they head to the track in the morning.
“NYRA has certain restrictions that pertain to proper attire and it is doubtful that the Hooters uniform or outfit would be considered proper attire,” a source said.
I’m not going to go so far as to say pantsuits are obscene…yet. But we’re on our way there. After that Senator Hillary decade, I’ve just about had enough, and if someone did declare them obscene I wouldn’t shed a tear.
What can I say. Blurring the gender divide offends me.
Banning “abbreviated wear” from the race track? I can appreciate the logic. It’s a sport of formality and tradition. Still and even, though, I have to say, even with protocol — strong-arming a sponsor out of showing it’s trademarks at a major event, is a little weird.
Why does this concern me? I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. Cold beer makes me kinda happy…hot chicken wings make me kinda happy…girls half my age in skimpy clothes, make me kinda happy…all three of them together make me just a little bit more happy.
Being a good, expansive distance away from the nearest person who frowns upon those things — as in, out of eyesight or earshot — that makes me enormously happy. Indescribably.
And it’s a little flummoxing to see the Hooter’s culture mixing it up with the goo-gooders…in whatever form they arrive. Makes me wonder what’s coming next.
H/T: Sports By Brooks.
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