Ladies, I know all of your storage woes. The pockets of our pants tend to be fake, sewn shut, or are only large enough to house the very tips of your fingers. I know bulky bags are a pain to dig through or carry around. I understand.
However, could you not store the money you hand over to me in your bra? Your boobies sweat ladies, antiperspirant or no. Nothing is quite as gut turning as your slightly damp bills. Money is already so dirty.
The plus side is that I’m not the only one who feels that way.
I just saw a commercial for Shark Week on Discovery for the first time and it just looks so asinine, like this is a new level of ridiculous and I can’t believe people still watch it almost religiously. I can’t even pay attention to the show I was watching because I’m just shaking my head in disgust and disbelief.
Eh, there’s no such thing as bad publicity, you know what I’m saying?
Except there is?
Jaws caused a huge panic although that wasn’t the intention of the author and he worked hard to advocate for sharks.
Every time there’s a shark attack and the news demonizes sharks there’s people who go out on mass hunts, killing sharks that haven’t even reached sexual maturity or even species that don’t/so rarely cause attacks on humans.
Discovery is just banking off making people afraid of sharks when they’re already being killed off at an alarming rate.
Making people afraid of an animal is apparently more important than making people afraid of an animal going extinct.