It’s a tough thing, sometimes, to recognize those moments when you’ve destroyed the credibility of your opinion by liking a photo of a corn dog.
Hear, hear.
In my pitiful defense, I liked that photo before I had my coffee, and I regretted it as soon as my brain began to work. Realizing my folly, I raced to the Internet to show off my newfound superiority and nobility.
Sad thing is, I’m not sure now which is worse: liking the crass photo, or lecturing a disorderly assortment of strangers and friends not to like the crass photo. And worst of all, my caffeine-related excuses ran out of runway hours ago.
The photo itself isn’t crass. It’s just a photo. With no other subtext, if it had been McCain or Obama or Schwarzenegger or me or you or Gruber or whomever, it’d still be a funny picture.
But what I want to know is why is it sexist? Are only women allowed to eat corn dogs?
Come on, Geoff, we’ve all been to the fair a few times. You ride the Tilt-A-Whirl, check out the Biggest Melon Contest winners and, hell, maybe even some cow-plop bingo between friends. At the end of the day, we’ve all enjoyed a juicy foot-long corn-dog.
Maybe you need a little mirror at the bottom of your coffee cup so you can see what you’ve become after that first or fourteenth cup.
I think we can all agree that this whole thing would be much more straightforward if we just pretend the corn dog called Michelle Bachmann a cunt too.
I’d like to step in here and say that corn dogs suck.
