Two weeks ago I quit my bartending job. A man came into my restaurant, had a drink, and made a lewd comment to me, while he also happened to have his hand on my ass. It’s now a somewhat internet famous event, as I posted about it on my Facebook page and the note took off. That one little pic now has almost 19,000 likes, and near 10,000 shares. My anecdote got some press attention as well, with stories published on Jezebel, Huffington Post, NYMag.com, and even as a full-page spread in the New York Post. That article in the Post likely contributed to the attention the whole thing received as the Customer in question — Brian Lederman is his name — apparently called me a “fucking cunt” on the phone to their reporter, claiming that he had “grabbed a lot of asses” but never mine. To be clear, I never said he “grabbed” me (just touched me), but I can’t imagine that the reporter made the distinction over the phone. Nor would it be emphasized by various Facebookers who were tagging and attacking him in response. You see, I made the saucy, dangerous, and arguably underhanded choice to include the name of this customer when I posted about it on Facebook. I will never know whether that was a good idea, because I will never witness the full repercussions of my actions. Keep reading »
A burger joint in Copenhagen, Denmark, isn’t chicken about arousing controversy: It’s now selling sex toys along with hamburgers. Starting Thursday, Hot Buns is adding dildos, vibrators, whips and other sex-oriented products to the menu.
It’s a natural fit, considering the restaurant puts as much emphasis on the tank top and hot pants worn by its all-female staff as it does on the burgers. Read more on Huffington Post Weird News…
Tonight, the pre-show for Monday Night Football will feature a panel discussion about domestic violence. It will include, as Ben Collins points out at Esquire, the perspectives of 11 middle-aged-and-up men, and not a single woman. He goes on to dismantle Bill Simmons’ suspension from the network for calling Roger Goodell a liar and the network’s general posturing and censorship of dissenters and women.
What’s the point of this panel? It’s going to be a meaningless bummer. Hear me out: Everyone — everyone – knows that the only reason ESPN is bothering with it is to make it appear as if they’re “covering” the recent rash of domestic violence incidents and “addressing” their female audience, but it’s an empty gesture if their female audience isn’t even represented by a woman. What would happen if they didn’t bother and just had their normal pre-game show? It’s not like they’d get sued, and no one would say that they’re any more irresponsible than they’ve been demonstrating themselves to be with their crappy “coverage” of the issue anyway. I mean, hell, at this point, the better damage control would seem to be to just not address the issue at all and just let the rest of the world criticize them for that instead of making repeated and tremendous missteps like having Stephen Smith air his victim-blaming opinions about Janay Rice, suspending Bill Simmons for making an attempt at actual sports journalism, and now hosting an all-male panel on an issue that mainly affects women. Keep reading »
I thought I wanted to be a slightly skanky Elsa from “Frozen” for Halloween this year, until this happened. HalloweenCostumes.com has created a DIY guide to making your own 3-Breasted Woman Halloween Costume, and all you need is some rubber boobs, pink fabric, a shower curtain, scissors, hot glue gun and a wig. Even though the real three-boobed woman, Jasmine Tridevil, turned out to be a hoax, we can still dream of the day when ladies can frolic around with as many breasts as they want, free of judgement. Check out the DIY tutorial here, and, while you’re at it, you might as well sing your third boob a love song. Before you know it, you’ll be the breast dressed … er, best dressed … at the costume party.