Tuesday, August 14, 2007
I don't know Saskia Griffith, the recently fired Banks Calendar Girl. I'm sorry I don't, because I would slap her upside the head and ask her what in the tacky, male-fantasy hell she was thinking. Actually, while I'm at it I would slap the four idiots in pink who were part of that whole display, as well as Power x Four, at whose party this whole mess took place.
Girlfriend let someone convince her that it was okay to sit toplesss in a kiddie pool of chocolate while other women dipped strawberries and marshmallows in it. The fact that Saskia was representing a company (Banks Breweries) who might have a big problem with that scenario didn't enter her head. Granted, she looks so spaced out in the photos that I'm wondering if she even knew what was happening.
Now, I ain't no Banks Breweries apologist, 'cause that whole Banks Calendar thing is just soft porn erotica if you ask me. My major beef is with stupid-as-hell women who keep letting down the gender. I get so blue vex when I see women allowing themselves to be placed in compromising situations.
And this latest scene is just the straw that broke the camel's back. When I see young girls parading around in what looks like their underwear at parties and on the streets I feel like smacking the black off them. Our ancestral women, black white or yellow, didn't fight for equality of the sexes so that today's females could make exhibitions of themselves. It's hard for women to gain the respect of men as it is, so when they go around acting like hos they're making things hard for all of us.
Considering yourself equal to a man isn't a licence to try to outdo the 'village rams' out there. For heaven's sake, pull wunna selves together. And Saskia, if you're walking down Broad Street and some woman comes up and gives you a smack in the back of the head, I wuz there.