So I'm trying to figure out what to make of the National Review's new shirt. Will it be worn by Republican girls who want right-wing pundit John Derbyshire's face on their tender nipples? By busty women who want to use the sour Face of Derb to keep men from looking too long at their breasts? By liberals who are more ironic than me?
It's also funny that they're using CafePress, which I've always associated with tiny personal blogs that sell a total of three tshirts in their history (two of which are bought by the blog's author).
It's also funny that they're using CafePress, which I've always associated with tiny personal blogs that sell a total of three tshirts in their history (two of which are bought by the blog's author).
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But they're hot, hip, AND curve-hugging. Curve-hugging, I tells ya! There's something funny about decrying the morality of pop culture through an item that is designed to draw attention to the breasts.
Good to see you too Neil!
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