The Wall Street Journal worries if there is a cure for cankles—i.e. “fat ankles.” [Wall Street Journal] — But if you don’t have a job on Wall Street, no one has to see your cankles, right?
A town in Ireland held its first wolf-whistling championship. That’s right, wolf-whistling, a.k.a whistling at hot ladies who pass by. [BBC] — Maybe the “you pig!”-and-face-slapping championship will be next month?
What to say when someone makes a rape joke. [Mother Jones] — My favorite suggestion? “I knew this guy in college, and he totally got raped during rush and had to go to the doctor! He’s in therapy now! It was hilarious!”