When there is no Whore Bus life barely seems worth living

One might think the absence of Whore Bus on this Sunday morning would be a blessing in disguise. One might think I would use this “extra” time to actually clean Supergenius HQ before my annual Superbowl date with the TTHM. Any reasonable person would think all these things. However, I am not a reasonable person.

I am a person who gets excited when going to bed Saturday night because that means when I wake up I get to watch Meet the Press and then Whore Bus — easily my favorite two hours of television the whole week. A friend of mine remarked last week that he would not be surprised to learn that I had been seriously injured by shrapnel from my Tivo, because that combination must make it a little unstable.

Men always seem surprised by my devotion to Whore Bus. Women, totally get it. I am not sure what this says about gender roles or stereotypes.

It is a little odd that I continue loving the Sunday-morning skankfest when I find my tolerance for sexism has been decimated. It’s not as though I had a high tolerance to begin with, but working in a predominantly male environment has made me more acutely aware of my femininity.

Now, I’ve lost my train of thought. Jaycie just popped up on instant messanger and started busting my chops about Powerpoint and clipart.

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1 Comment

  1. Placemat 03.Feb.09 at 6:16 pm

    Whore Bus? Ha, Ha, that’s great.

    Now, How can I make my DVR call it that?

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