Milk of Indignation
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Posted:Jun 30, 2008 10:11 am
Last Updated:Jul 1, 2008 2:24 am 17699 Views
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Feminists everywhere are probably going to lynch me for saying this but ... what bollocks.
OK, of course, breast feeding is a wonderful thing. Between mother and . But it should not be inflicted on the unsuspecting and uncomfortable. Sure, it is a natural thing. So is pissing. But if a bloke unzipped, took out his willy and started pissing in public view, he would get bloody arrested, wouldn't he?
So this is totally double standards, is it not?
Loads of women breast feed in public. I've seen them. They drape this cloth over their shoulder and their feeding spawns to hide their boobies from pervy or horrified eyes. It's really considerate and discreetly classy.
But to demand your right to breast feed in public as a constitutional, human amendment right is a bit much. It's a trite bit unfair and what about the rights of the singletons? Maybe some of them might want the right to air their boobies too? And what about the rights of the blokes having to hold their wee in while in search of the loo?
It's not as if the breast feeding mums can't go to the loo to breast feed too.
I remember a girlfriend who called me up in tears years ago. It was early morning and I was in the office when a weeping woman wailed over the phone. It was her 30th birthday and she was going through some emotional depression at reaching that hallmark without anything to show for it. So she hied herself off to the nearest McDonalds to drown her sorrows in a McMuffin and dishwater coffee, when a woman and her baby sat at the opposite table.
And proceeded to open her blouse, take out her boobie and breast feed in full view of my girlfriend.
Who promptly burst into tears and called me in the office in hysterics.
I was in hysterics myself at the thought of a woman baring her boobies with such impunity in public.
I never forgot that incident and have developed a deep phobia of going to McDonalds in the morning for breakfast in case of boobies flashing.
So the Italian mums protest that showgirls reveal their boobies, so why can't they? My dears, people pay money to see showgirls. I reckon some people might pay you to put yours away. And usually the telecast of gratuitous boob flashing are during the hours when are safely in bed.
And boobies are not a sexual thing? Well, loads of blokes' willies are not sexual things too (more likely laughable things) but you'd get them arrested in a shot if they flashed those at you, wouldn't you?
Come on, be fair here ... and where's your dignity?
Thus, I am against the mass demonstration of rabid boob flashing by breast feeding mums with overdeveloped sense of entitlement. OK, they should be allowed to breast feed if they cover up with the cloth tent act or go to the loo but no nekkid boob should be shown. Hey, there might be young, impressionable besides your own around. They could be scarred for life!
So ... Yes, you are entitled to breast feed where and when you wish. And yes, we are entitled to call the cops on you for indecent exposure.
06/25/2008 03:26 PM
THE POLITICS OF BREAST-FEEDING
Italian Mothers Hold Mass Public Nursing
Whether it's dealing with the squeamish people or oglers, women often feel uncomfortable about breast-feeding in public. This week, a group of 100 women in Rome held a nurse-in to protest what they see as Italy's unfair stigmatization of women who nurse on the street.
Protesting social attitudes that stigmatize breast-feeding in public in Italy, more than 100 mothers gathered in Rome on Tuesday for a public mass-nursing aimed at bringing attention to the matter.
"People still give a start when they see a woman breast-feeding," Grazia Passeri, president of Salvamamme (Save Mothers), told the Italian news agency ANSA, "but they have to learn that a breast is not just a sexy object." Passeri's organization promotes mothers' rights and is currently running a campaign with the slogan, "I'll Nurse Where I Feel Like It."
Pointing out the irony that Italian television is full of lightly or un-clad women, Passeri added: "It's ridiculous that showgirls can show their (breasts) but mothers can't."
One of the participants in Tuesday's mass-nursing, told ANSA that, when she breast-feeds in public: "They give me evil looks, but I do it anyway."
Although the World Health Organization has labeled breast-feeding "the ideal way of providing young infants with the nutrients they need for healthy growth and development," many societies still feel squeamish about seeing women breast-feed in public.
In England, for example, breast-feeding in public can still be punished under public order laws and laws of public decency. That will soon be changing, though, as the government hopes to push through new laws by the end of the year.
"We intend to make clear in the equality bill that it's not acceptable for women who are breast-feeding their babies to be shooed out of restaurants, public galleries and other public places," Harriet Harman, the leader of the House of Commons, told MPs last Thursday, according to the Guardian.
A similar nurse-in was held in November 2006, when women gathered to nurse in public at 31 airports throughout the United States to protest after a flight attendant kicked a passenger off a plane for breast-feeding her .
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Brazilian Waxing Unlyrical
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Posted:Jun 29, 2008 11:41 pm
Last Updated:Jun 30, 2008 11:22 am 16882 Views
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This is bloody cruel, I say. It's not enough that women typically suffer from extreme anxiety over the state of their bodies when they have to put on their bathers ... they had to start attacking a leggy 5ft 11 Victoria Secret model for being fat.
Karolina Kurkova was recently attacked by the Brazilian press for having "back fat, love handles and cellulite on her butt". They were apparently "horrified" when the 24-year-old strutted the runway at a recent Cia Maritima show looking "uncharacteristically chubby".
Yo. Get a grip. If that is chubby I would hate to hear what they call Britney Spears.
OK, so Kurkova is not looking as fit and toned as she used to, which is rather unfortunate for someone at her age. But by no means is she chubby.
And don't forget the camera piles on weight on most women. I look like a chubby chipmunk on film when I weigh almost the same as one. Which is why I try to avoid cameras.
I reckon Kurkova has just been laying off the exercise the last couple of months and forgot to spray before going out on the runway.
Still, as one of the highest paid models in the industry who allegedly earns $5 million annually with her famous body, she does have a responsibility to keep it in top shape during a swimwear runway show.
From a business point of view, it is not her weight that is the problem. But when the media and public get hung up on her alleged weight and no one remembers the swimwear line, it is clear than that she has failed in her job.
Note to self: Hit gym before wearing bikini when in Brazil.
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Small Balls, Big Faux Pas
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Posted:Jun 29, 2008 9:50 pm
Last Updated:Jun 30, 2008 9:41 am 16274 Views
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And people wonder why I am nervous about speaking Chinese or Korean.
Most of my language skills are self-taught. Learnt laboriously through a bizarre combination of comics, kungfu movies, books, dictionaries and friends.
As such, it means my pronunciation is highly dubious and my comprehension severely suspect.
Thus, I try not to massacre the languages unless forced to. I've seen and heard too many horror stories of people committing major faux pas with the best intentions.
Like the recent one I heard.
I was speaking with a young Chinese dancer who is living in Korea. Her Korean is probably worse than mine which made her recounting of this story doubly funny.
When we were introduced, the hostess mistakenly introduced her to me as Korean so I immediately greeted her in Korean and did the formal introduction of my name. To which she started and, thinking I was Korean, she hesitantly returned the greeting in even more mangled Korean than mine.
When we realised we were both not Korean (no! really?!!), it was with much relieved laughter and embarrassment. Then I tried to speak Chinese, which sent us both into another level of hilarity.
Finally, out of pity, she asked that I speak in English. I was pathetically grateful.
We started chatting about the Korean culture and language and she told me the story of how her American boss bollocked up his first big presentation to a large local .
According to her, he went into the boardroom and greeted them by something she verbalised as "chanmaneul". I have never heard this before and the closest I can think of is "cheukamaneul" which is, probably, totally the wrong spelling but essentially means "wait a minute" or "wait".
However, she informed me that it was a major boo boo by her boss as it means "You have small balls". Or so she was told by her Korean colleagues.
It did not help that the were all Koreans. And males.
Although I have not, as yet, insulted anyone's private parts unintentionally in a foreign language, I have had my share of language faux pas.
Like when I asked "whose flying brother's boat and ship" was about when someone was talking about an email in Chinese. And accidentally frightened someone to death when I told him "I love" ("sarang") him because he was interesting when I meant to refer to "people" ("sarahm") as interesting, in Korean. And I inadvertently called someone a biatch when I meant to say she was crazy in Thai. Not that that made much of a difference, really, as she incidentally happened to be both.
It makes me highly nervous using my uncertain language skills but I reckon if you do not practise it, you will lose it.
So till I tell someone, unintentionally, his balls are small, I shall continue to blunder my way through.
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You Don't Mess With The Movie
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Posted:Jun 29, 2008 8:36 pm
Last Updated:Jun 30, 2008 9:52 am 16264 Views
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I guess I am too used to watching movies inflight or in the relative peace of my room. I seldom go to the cinema and if I do, it is always on impulse and at the last minute.
So, I have forgotten how annoying going to the movies with people can be.
I had the misfortune of going to the movies with a bunch of dancers recently. There was a short break of a few hours in between workshops and a few of us found ourselves at a loose end. We really needed a break, especially from the cloistered atmosphere of dance.
After some absent-minded debate, we decided on going to the movies. Since most of us were English-speaking, we drove quite a distance to the nearest cinema which featured English-speaking movies. It so happened that the only movie with available tickets, that was still showing, was You Don't Mess With the Zohan. Which I thought was highly ironic, considering where we were.
So off we went ... three women and one bloke.
I quickly managed to finagle the corner seat as far away from the lone bloke as possible. Not that I disliked him, mind. It's just that I am not as familiar with him and experience has taught me to avoid sitting next to a strange, straight, male dancer in the cinema if I do not want to risk being groped.
But I might have been safer seated next to him.
I was left literally climbing the walls as the dancer to the left of me kept hitting my arm throughout the movie. Having known her superficially throughout 5 years, I knew she was not the brightest spark. But I never knew how dim the spark was.
She found everything funny. Sure, I enjoyed the movie once I switched off my brain to the level of an Adam Sandler vehicle, but she laughed at everything.
And she communicated her enjoyment by slamming her palm against my forearm every few seconds. When I removed it from the armrest in self defence, she started slapping my upper arm to demonstrate her hilarity.
I swear I have major bruises on my left side. Not since I was paired with Adam the Clumsy have I had such massive bruises all over my body. My left arm looks like Robin Givens. When she was still married to Mike Tyson.
When I asked that she not hit me, she looked puzzled. After half an hour of the heifer's abuse, I lost my temper. When she raised her massive mitts of moronity towards me, I slapped it away and told her if she hit me one more time, I was gonna hit back.
She then turned to the male dancer on her other side and complained that I was "unfriendly".
She must have been hitting him too as he gave me a look of miserable commiseration. Unlike me, he could not threaten her with retaliation.
Things were peaceful for a while. Then Zohan had to shag everything in sight or at least simulate shagging. The daft female on my left started squirming and making squealy noises as she giggled and tried to cover both mine and the male dancer's eyes.
Incredulous, I turned to look at her. The woman is all of almost 50 and she is acting like a 15-year-old!
The male dancer just looked like he wanted to die. As far from her as possible.
By the time we left the cinema, I decided I was not going to the movies with anyone for a long time. I think I will keep to watching movies on flight and in my hotel.
And they did not even sell beer at the cinema to numb my pain.
How uncivilised.
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Gated Communication
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Posted:Jun 28, 2008 10:29 pm
Last Updated:Jun 30, 2008 12:20 am 16330 Views
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Although it's been a long time since I left the industry, I still keep tabs on it as best as I can. Past occupational hazard meant that I read this article and then verified that it was not a hoax.
It does seem like one, doesn't it? Still, it makes interesting reading. Yes, I was once (OK, am still) a geek.
From Todd Bishop's Microsoft Blog
An epic Bill Gates e-mail rant
Sometimes, software isn't so magical. Even for Bill Gates.
For the opening piece in our series on Gates leaving daily life at Microsoft, one goal was to give a clear picture of the Microsoft co-founder's role inside the company, as a gauge of the impact his departure will have. As part of that, I went back through the internal e-mails turned over in the antitrust suits against the company, looking for new insights into his personality.
Read on past the jump for one of the gems that turned up, showing Gates in the role of chief rabble-rouser. (Original document: PDF, 5 pages.) It shows that even the Microsoft co-founder -- who champions the "magic of software" -- isn't immune to the frustrations of everyday computer users. Keep in mind that this was more than five years ago, so it doesn't necessarily reflect the specific state of things now. At the bottom, see what Gates said when I asked him about the message last week.
---- Original Message ----
From: Bill Gates
Sent: Wednesday, January 15, 2003 10:05 AM
To: Jim Allchin
Cc: Chris Jones (WINDOWS); Bharat Shah (NT); Joe Peterson; Will Poole; Brian Valentine; Anoop Gupta (RESEARCH)
Subject: Windows Usability Systematic degradation flame
I am quite disappointed at how Windows Usability has been going backwards and the program management groups don't drive usability issues.
Let me give you my experience from yesterday.
I decided to download (Moviemaker) and buy the Digital Plus pack ... so I went to Microsoft.com. They have a download place so I went there.
The first 5 times I used the site it timed out while trying to bring up the download page. Then after an 8 second delay I got it to come up.
This site is so slow it is unusable.
It wasn't in the top 5 so I expanded the other 45.
These 45 names are totally confusing. These names make stuff like: C:\Documents and Settings\billg\My Documents\My Pictures seem clear.
They are not filtered by the system ... and so many of the things are strange.
I tried scoping to Media stuff. Still no moviemaker. I typed in movie. Nothing. I typed in movie maker. Nothing.
So I gave up and sent mail to Amir saying - where is this Moviemaker download? Does it exist?
So they told me that using the download page to download something was not something they anticipated.
They told me to go to the main page search button and type movie maker (not moviemaker!).
I tried that. The site was pathetically slow but after 6 seconds of waiting up it came.
I thought for sure now I would see a button to just go do the download.
In fact it is more like a puzzle that you get to solve. It told me to go to Windows Update and do a bunch of incantations.
This struck me as completely odd. Why should I have to go somewhere else and do a scan to download moviemaker?
So I went to Windows update. Windows Update decides I need to download a bunch of controls. (Not) just once but multiple times where I get to see weird dialog boxes.
Doesn't Windows update know some key to talk to Windows?
Then I did the scan. This took quite some time and I was told it was critical for me to download 17megs of stuff.
This is after I was told we were doing delta patches to things but instead just to get 6 things that are labeled in the SCARIEST possible way I had to download 17meg.
So I did the download. That part was fast. Then it wanted to do an install. This took 6 minutes and the machine was so slow I couldn't use it for anything else during this time.
What the heck is going on during those 6 minutes? That is crazy. This is after the download was finished.
Then it told me to reboot my machine. Why should I do that? I reboot every night -- why should I reboot at that time?
So I did the reboot because it INSISTED on it. Of course that meant completely getting rid of all my Outlook state.
So I got back up and running and went to Windows Update again. I forgot why I was in Windows Update at all since all I wanted was to get Moviemaker.
So I went back to Microsoft.com.and looked at the instructions. I have to click on a folder called WindowsXP. Why should I do that? Windows Update knows I am on Windows XP.
What does it mean to have to click on that folder? So I get a bunch of confusing stuff but sure enough one of them is Moviemaker.
So I do the download. The download is fast but the Install takes many minutes. Amazing how slow this thing is.
At some point I get told I need to go get Windows Media Series 9 to download.
So I decide I will go do that. This time I get dialogs saying things like "Open" or "Save". No guidance in the instructions which to do. I have no clue which to do.
The download is fast and the install takes 7 minutes for this thing.
So now I think I am going to have Moviemaker. I go to my add/remove programs place to make sure it is there.
It is not there.
What is there? The following garbage is there. Microsoft Autoupdate Exclusive test package, Microsoft Autoupdate Reboot test package, Microsoft Autoupdate testpackage1. Microsoft AUtoupdate testpackage2, Microsoft Autoupdate Test package3.
Someone decided to trash the one part of Windows that was usable? The file system is no longer usable. The registry is not usable. This program listing was one sane place but now it is all crapped up.
But that is just the start of the crap. Later I have listed things like Windows XP Hotfix see Q329048 for more information. What is Q329048? Why are these series of patches listed here? Some of the patches just things like Q810655 instead of saying see Q329048 for more information.
What an absolute mess.
Moviemaker is just not there at all.
So I give up on Moviemaker and decide to download the Digital Plus Package.
I get told I need to go enter a bunch of information about myself.
I enter it all in and because it decides I have mistyped something I have to try again. Of course it has cleared out most of what I typed.
I try (typing) the right stuff in 5 times and it just keeps clearing things out for me to type them in again.
So after more than an hour of craziness and making my programs list garbage and being scared and seeing that Microsoft.com.is a terrible website I haven't run Moviemaker and I haven't got the plus package.
The lack of attention to usability represented by these experiences blows my mind. I thought we had reached a low with Windows Network places or the messages I get when I try to use 802.11. (don't you just love that root certificate message?)
When I really get to use the stuff I am sure I will have more feedback.
When we were concluding our interview last week, I showed Gates a printout of the e-mail and asked if he ever got Movie Maker to work. Gates noted that Microsoft plans to include Movie Maker as part of Windows Live, so people will get the program when they download that online package. The company isn't confirming that officially yet, but's not a complete surprise. See this Wikipedia entry and this related post on LiveSide.net. (Site temporarily down as of Tuesday morning.)
As for the message, Gates smiled and said, "There's not a day that I don't send a piece of e-mail ... like that piece of e-mail. That's my job."
Update, Friday: During his farewell event at Microsoft this morning, Gates referred to this, and poked a little fun at us: "One of the newspapers had some e-mail that I sent about how maybe Windows could have been better at something, and they said, 'This is a shocking e-mail. Shocking!' And I said, 'What do you think I do all day? Sending an e-mail like that, that is my job. That's what it's all about. We're here to make things better."
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Dance Shoes At Dawn
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Posted:Jun 26, 2008 10:52 am
Last Updated:Jun 29, 2008 2:16 pm 15901 Views
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So I visited a pole dancing studio today. It was a novel experience and actually the place kind of looked and smelled like an aromatherapy spa.
Except there were these poles everywhere.
The studio owner is an old friend I have not seen in years. Not since she "retired" from the dance world to start pole dancing.
A lot of our peers have cast a jaundiced eye at her decision but I rather respect her ballsy move to follow her passion regardless of others' opinion.
As such, it was over tea that we caught up on the years today, while I eyed the poles nervously.
We traded the goss and some of the nastier encounters with some of the more notorious members of the dance world ... namely Z and A. Hey, they cover the entire alphabet between them! How thrilling ...
Anyway, I recounted how A had decided to bludgeon me with her sterling wit when I was invited to guest perform at her usual place of employment.
Since she is all of 27, she snarkily simpered to me, "Oh wow, it so good that someone of retirement age is still dancing!"
To which I simpered right back, "Isn't it? I'm so blessed that even though I am a decade older than you, my body is still 100 times better, allowing me to still dance at my ripe old age."
WHF 1, Moron 0.
My pole dancer friend, S, and I cackled gleefully and suddenly she mentioned that she never knew Z was also such a cow till she had a recent encounter with her.
S told me that she had been invited to perform for the launch of Z's magazine by the event organisers, since she was an advertiser. At first she balked as they were expecting this to be a pro bono performance but after they promised her free advertising space in the magazine, she relented.
She booked the transportation, the labour and the equipment for her performance. And on the day itself, they told her that Z had refused to have her perform. Knowing Z, we can deduce that she had deemed pole dancing as "vulgar".
OK, let me get this straight. It is not vulgar enough that you would refuse to feature the ads for it in your magazine but it is vulgar enough that you refuse to have it performed at your magazine launch.
Right.
Our S, no shrinking violet, kicked up a stink and finally they agreed to let her perform, not appreciating that she is one of the top pole dancers in her region.
As it was, her performance was the highlight of the launch. Which was very poorly attended. Because Z is Psycho-no-mates.
After S had finished her performance to a rousing ovation from her peers (it was mainly attended by dancers from all disciplines from hip hop to salsa to ballet), Z grudgingly thanked her, with a sneering expression on her face.
Sigh. She never lets up, does she?
As S and I sat there munching on our muffins and cakes, we wondered why there was such mean-spirited negativity among the dancers.
I had to rush off for a festival so our visit was cut short but it would be interesting to return to exchange more notes. I applaud S' bravery in pioneering the industry in such a conservative country as hers.
I admit I am not fond of the discipline of "dance" that utilises it as a soft porwn (in case FF throws a wobbly) tool to extract a reaction from gormless men. However, I have seen many pole dancers who really work at their craft, employing great technique, skills, body control and musicality to create movement and power while defying gravity. All without exposing their knickers gratuitously.
For that they have my respect and I acknowledge it as an art form.
Art is in the eye of the beholder but the eyes and heart should be opened in the first place.
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Poleaxed Potential
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Posted:Jun 25, 2008 5:33 pm
Last Updated:Jun 27, 2008 12:08 pm 16345 Views
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It's a strange life I lead. I have been invited to visit a new dance studio today. Which is not strange in itself as I am constantly in dance studios.
Except that this is a pole dancing studio.
Pause as I listen to the sounds of a stampede of men asking to come along ...
When I told a few of my males friends, last night, that I would be going to the opening of one, every single one of them rushed to put up their hands, slobbering, "Me! Me! Bring me!"
Which is why I am going alone.
With my notorious sense of direction I would probably get lost. Which means I will arrive terribly flustered and apologetic. Then the owner would probably ask me to give the pole a try. I would probably try out of curiosity and deadened brain cells from trying to find the studio.
And then I would treat the pole like aerial dance.
Which means I will forget that I do not have the same expanse of height to drop.
Which means you might read here tomorrow that I am in hospital with a concussion. Or worse.
Fingers, arms and legs crossed as I try not to kill myself this afternoon. Maybe even the eyes.
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Hat Prick
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Posted:Jun 24, 2008 2:35 am
Last Updated:Jun 25, 2008 2:02 pm 16644 Views
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This is beyond sick and asinine. It's like when you catch your husband in bed with another woman and he asks for clemency citing the fact that he used a condom out of concern about your well-being.
Except this is a hundred times worse.
And not only did this imbecile think wearing a condom made the right, he made his own a by giving her about USD2 each violation.
The man, if you can call him that, should be castrated. While wearing a condom. Maybe that will mitigate the ball-less wonder of the sick basturd.
dad: I used condoms
By V. Anbalagan
New Straits Times, Malaysia
2008/06/20
PUTRAJAYA: He used a condom every time he his . For that precaution, the said he should get a lighter sentence.
This mitigation riled Court of Appeal judges Tengku Baharudin Shah Tengku Mahmud, Datuk Sulong Matjeraie, Datuk Ahmad Maarop and those in the court gallery.
His counsel S.I. Rajah mitigated that the sentence imposed on the accused was excessive.
"Justice should be tempered with mercy.
"The accused used a condom every time he committed the offence," the lawyer said.
"You mean it is okay to using a condom?" asked Tengku Baharudin.
Rajah had no reply.
The roti canai seller, now 49, appealed against sentence because he was a first offender and was remorseful for his action.
Four years ago, the Sessions Court in Petaling Jaya sentenced the accused to a total of 36 years in jail and 20 strokes of the rotan on four counts of .
Sulong, who delivered the court ruling, said the appellate court found no reason to disturb the sentence of the Sessions Court.
He said the sentence was appropriate to send a strong message that such an act should not be condoned and to protect society.
According to the facts of the case, the roti canai seller the girl between May 2003 and August 2004.
The offences took place at their home at night when the mother had gone to work.
The victim was then between 11 and 12 years old.
Deputy public prosecutor Aslina Joned told the court that the accused, a father of five, had betrayed the trust of his .
Aslina said the father would give the victim RM5 as a reward every time he her.
A class teacher noticed her to be in a state of depression and the girl told her what had happened.
Police arrested the man on Aug 12, 2004, and he pleaded guilty to the charges in the Sessions Court a week later.
On the first three counts, the then Sessions Court judge Nurmala Salim sentenced him to 18 years' jail and five strokes of the rotan for each offence. The sentences to run concurrently.
He was sentenced to a further 18 years' jail and five strokes of the rotan for the fourth count.
Nurmala ordered this sentence to run consecutively.
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You've Been Served
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Posted:Jun 23, 2008 1:34 pm
Last Updated:Jun 24, 2008 9:04 am 15601 Views
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This was apparently served to a woman in a noodle stall in Singapore.
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High Rising G-String of Death
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Posted:Jun 23, 2008 1:01 pm
Last Updated:May 1, 2024 10:39 am 15500 Views
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It's finally happened. G-strings can maim.
No, not because they will floss in unmentionable places and cause further expansions of certain body cavities as accused by some naysayers.
But because they can blind you.
Victoria's Secret is out. They are actually terrorists from the underbelly of society. A Los Angeles victim, (yes, a woman) is suing the bottoms peddlers of injuring her eye with their G-string.
No, no ... they did not flash her. Or rather a metallic piece from the G-string caused her life to flash before her eyes momentarily. Apparently, a decorative metal bit from the Victoria's Secret "low-rise v-string" propelled itself off the garment and went for her eye.
This vicious attack on Macrida Patterson, 52, happened last May.
The "Sexy Little Thing" (no, not Ms Patterson ... I think) touted by Victoria Secret as "Easy. Breezy. It's the natural choice", lived up to its breezy claim by flying in the face of the wearer. The victim filed a product liability lawsuit against the knickers knock-outs, which did not claim any monetary damages but insisted that a "design problem" in the thong caused damage to her cornea.
This, in turn, caused Ms Patterson to miss a few days of work, which will now be affecting her for "the rest of her life".
I think the last may be a bit of a thin line of contention.
Strangely, Patterson refused Victoria's Secret's lawyers' requests to examine the alleged faulty garment. I am sure they meant to examine it while she was not in them, which makes her skew-eyed coyness a bit suspect.
Perhaps Patterson should look on the bright side of things. She wanted no visible panty lines. Well, no vision may be the solution. Perhaps VS was trying out a new strategy ...
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