I don't think I had a stitch of clothing on the upper portion of my body for the first few weeks that I was home from the hospital. It also happened to be the time when we had a never-ending flow of company. I did not give a shit.
Internet bro thinks he's a comedian, says something dumb, gets indignant when people react to it. Then Patton Oswalt, a comedian I adore, respect, and procured my first fake ID to see perform, retweeted him.
"Real Beauty" features and advertisements cleverly sell you products under the guise of body-positivity while actually reinforcing the idea that a woman's worth is based on the way she looks to others.
I blame Discovery Health channel for my fascination with abnormal anatomy. So far, my kid is the picture of health, but occasionally I'll find myself staring at a part of her body like it's an exhibit at the Mütter Museum.
The strippery stripper of a stripmonster is Houston Chronicle writer Sarah Tressler, and the finger wagging strippleblower is Richard Connelly of The Houston Press, who finds Tressler's whole schtick entirely inappropriate.