I apologize in advance, because I loathe John Stossel, but give me a break.
If you’re going to complain and say, “Dismembered women’s body parts are so part of everyday life, you almost have to remind yourself that it is totally fucked up.” Maybe, just maybe, you should make sure that statement isn’t right next to your co-blogger’s book with the naked torso on it.
Plus, I would so totally buy that necklace, and if I didn’t have lots of artistic integrity I’d be knocking it off for the Farmer’s Market RIGHT NOW.
