F-BOMBS, T-SHIRTS AND ORTHODOX JEWS

So, last week our Vice President told someone to go fuck himself. I use the full expletive here and not some garbled collection of symbols to signify the four-letter word, because this is the Internet, and most bloggers would agree that our medium can be less reverent, on a regular basis.

This led to much media discussion of whether to print the so-called "F-Bomb" in newspaper headlines. (Call me sheltered, but I had never heard of the term "F-Bomb" until Omarosa used it on The Apprentice to describe Heidi's language.)

In other illicit news, the Victoria's Secret store on 85th and Broadway features mannequins (paging Andrew McCarthy) that are pretty modestly dressed, especially compared to their slutty sisters in Lincoln Center. Why? Because of the burgeoning Orthodox population on the Upper West Side.

Apparently, most Upper West Side residents haven't gotten the memo. In the past two weeks, I've seen the following T-shirts on Upper West Side denizens:

Boobs not bombs.

Note: May I point out the impracticality of dropping boobs on Iraq? Would they even know what they were? Would we have to wrap them in burkas or some similar garb to shield Arab eyes from viewing immodestly unclad breasts? I guess that in this case, cloaking devices would employ actual cloaks.

Will fuck for coke.

Note: At press time, it was assumed that this T-shirt referred to the drug cocaine, and not to C2, Coca-Cola's new low-carb cola drink. If this fine publication discovers that the truth is otherwise, the editrix of said publication will inform her readers, tout de suite.

We live in troubled times.

F-BOMBS, T-SHIRTS AND ORTHODOX JEWS

So, last week our Vice President told someone to go fuck himself. I use the full expletive here and not some garbled collection of symbols to signify the four-letter word, because this is the Internet, and most bloggers would agree that our medium can be less reverent, on a regular basis.

This led to much media discussion of whether to print the so-called "F-Bomb" in newspaper headlines. (Call me sheltered, but I had never heard of the term "F-Bomb" until Omarosa used it on The Apprentice to describe Heidi's language.)

In other illicit news, the Victoria's Secret store on 85th and Broadway features mannequins (paging Andrew McCarthy) that are pretty modestly dressed, especially compared to their slutty sisters in Lincoln Center. Why? Because of the burgeoning Orthodox population on the Upper West Side.

Apparently, most Upper West Side residents haven't gotten the memo. In the past two weeks, I've seen the following T-shirts on Upper West Side denizens:

Boobs not bombs.

Note: May I point out the impracticality of dropping boobs on Iraq? Would they even know what they were? Would we have to wrap them in burkas or some similar garb to shield Arab eyes from viewing immodestly unclad breasts? I guess that in this case, cloaking devices would employ actual cloaks.

Will fuck for coke.

Note: At press time, it was assumed that this T-shirt referred to the drug cocaine, and not to C2, Coca-Cola's new low-carb cola drink. If this fine publication discovers that the truth is otherwise, the editrix of said publication will inform her readers, tout de suite.

We live in troubled times.