It's a Mad Mad Mad Mad World...
nuff said
Look, I voted for Joe Biden and my sister is gay. I don’t do MAGA. I don’t do Rogan. I think Trump aka Agent Orange is a frickin idiot. But now it’s getting to the point where we’ve crossed over into crazy territory. Look, I don’t care if you’re gay, straight, black, brown, green, blue, purple, whatever. We’re all PEOPLE. And there’re just some things that either make sense or they don’t. So then please somebody tell me when we decided that women can’t jump out of cakes anymore???
I mean seriously, guys. Really? When did we decide that this was political? Am I really the only person who remembers when this was just something we did for FUN and it didn’t mean anything BAD at all? I just don’t understand how we got here. Like everyone else I know, I grew up with women popping out of cakes all the time. I’ve probably seen hundreds of women jump out of a cake in my life. And surprise! I’m still not a bigot!! But apparently one day society just snapped its fingers and decided that it’s now inherently evil to enjoy this? Really, you have to laugh.
For anyone who has ever actually bothered to research this tradition, you know that it actually has a very FEMINIST history. But of course no one even bothered to think about that. No one even bothered to think about all the beautiful women who have lost their jobs now because of this B.S. No one even cared to ask whether the beautiful women actually really enjoyed exploding out of a cake top and yelling “surprise!” to a room full of adoring fans. Nope. It’s all about optics. The cynics win! Again!
As a husband, a father to two daughters, and a brother to a gay sister, I believe that ALL women should have the right to decide what they do with their own bodies. Period. End of sentence. All women should have the right to put on a blonde Marilyn Monroe wig and fire engine red lipstick and express themselves freely. Last time I checked, this was still a free county (even with President Cheeto in office…).
By the way, Jim, if you’re reading this, don’t even try to get my post taken down again. Or else I’ll tell your wife what you said to my wife last summer at the soccer tournament. Really, I’m not screwing around. I mean it. Me and a few others who I will not name here heard everything from the other side of the pavilion. Actually, we all agreed it was pathetic. I’m very, very serious. Do not try me.