WARSHINGTON, D.C. [ Story : Gawker.com ] From the Obama girl to the Maxim girl, militant feminists can’t mill around the White House without rubbing… um, let’s say “elbows”, at the very least, with hotties who are so enamored with our new Emp-O-rer that they can’t keep their shirts on.
It’s hardly a new presidential problem, but at least Clinton had to lure chubby girls into his lair by going halvsies on a pizza. Obama is such a chick magnet that it’s raining panties on Capitol Hill. And if you think radical feminists like Nancy Pelosi, Barbara Boxer(s, not briefs), and Barney Frank are happy about plodding through piles of petite panties every day, you’re mistaken.
(Of the three, Barney Frank is the only one who owns a thong.)
“A Democratic presidency is just the thing to revitalize the Feminist Movement–” insisted Gloria Steinem, whose statement was cut short when she got hit in the head with an edible bra. She turned, pointing an accusatory finger at the assembled press corp and angrily shouted:
Katie pointed insistently at Chris Matthews who meekly grinned and shrugged.
“We’re Tired of Being Treated Like Objects”, read the protest message tattooed in henna just above the butt crack of one of the pole dancers from the National Organization for Women.
No, I don’t pretend to understand how feminists reconcile the schism between themselves and their fellowette Obama supporters from the soft core and hard core porn industries. Nor, frankly, do I care. I’m just enjoying the floor show.
If I ever get to Washington D.C., I’m leaving my political agenda at home.
But I guarantee you, I’ll have a pocket fulla singles…
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