Professional virgin, Our Lady of the Immaculate Cheesecake, K-Lo, a woman who claims that she did not choose virginity—it chose her, is offended! Offended, I tells ya:
I don’t want to linger on this, but last night’s Super Bowl half-time show was ridiculous — and gratuitously so. Watching Twitter, it was really no surprise that men made comments about stripper poles and putting dollar bills through their TV sets, was it?
Why can’t we have a national entertainment moment that does not include a mother gyrating in a black teddy?
I think that says more about the people in J-Lo’s timeline than it does about Beyoncé, and I trust that K-Lo has edited her timeline to include only decent people, her toadies, and minions. You know, Doughy Pantload, Cardinal Frothy Santorum, Willard Romney. You know, people who’d want to put a buck in a g-string. (Cheap bastids. Don’t they know that a Lincoln is the approved minimum?)
(Put a Dress On, by Katheryn Jean Lopez, editress at the NRO, the most intellectually dishonest rest stop on the Information Super Highway)