War, not tits
The ever snarkalicious Wonkette brings us this hilarious New York Observer article where the intrepid investigate journalist goes deep undercover to get the pretty people's mostly vapid perspective on Iraq at notoriously exclusive nightclub Bungalow 8. Yeah, it's like shooting fish in a barrel to get quotes like this, but still funny:
Next up was a blond woman in her late 30’s. She was wearing a black fedora from the men’s department at Bergdorf Goodman, a black Moschino dress and shoes by Christian Loubouton. I asked her about Iraq.
“A rack? You mean titties? Like a really big rack?”
Iraq.
“Don’t ever waste a moment in life. Fly to the moon and play amongst the stars, be happy, understand how lucky we are—and don’t fight,” she said. “I feel personally connected in one way—I’m a mother, and every day in Iraq somebody is losing their child. My little girl will never go to Iraq. I’m sorry, she’ll go to Prada.”
And that alone is worth the price of admission.
Next up was a blond woman in her late 30’s. She was wearing a black fedora from the men’s department at Bergdorf Goodman, a black Moschino dress and shoes by Christian Loubouton. I asked her about Iraq.
“A rack? You mean titties? Like a really big rack?”
Iraq.
“Don’t ever waste a moment in life. Fly to the moon and play amongst the stars, be happy, understand how lucky we are—and don’t fight,” she said. “I feel personally connected in one way—I’m a mother, and every day in Iraq somebody is losing their child. My little girl will never go to Iraq. I’m sorry, she’ll go to Prada.”
And that alone is worth the price of admission.
posted by powerpolitics @ 1:43 PM
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