(January 19, 2015 at 1:44 pm)Faith No More Wrote: But where's the pretense? People might think women are pieces of meat if we do that.
I have that covered. While the nude wrestling is underway, the stage mothers who have been entering their daughters in these pageants since they were toilet trained can speak to the audience, extolling their daughters' many talents, their superior intellects, and their earnest moral ambitions. The audience gets the best of both worlds: the illusion of high-minded appreciation and several deposits to the spank bank.
@Chuck: You're right. No mud. Baby oil.
