Linda Cohn has managed to pull flowers from fallow soil, and for that she needs to be congratulated: a female sportscaster who did not play the giggling yes-girl to her male co-hosts, a solid writer in her own right, and someone who has survived her fortieth birthday without being thrown into the volcano as many television news women are. (For further explanation of this rule, see the “Guido’s Harem” scene from 8 1/2. It explains everything, and features Marcello Mastroianni in a bowler hat wielding a bullwhip.

She’s very good at her job, and we respect her immensely. We have to. We’re what a feminist looks like.

That said, HEY LOOK HER BOOBS!!!

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So, yes, a Florida undergraduate posed on the cover of Playboy because, in her own words:

“There weren’t any girls from the Big Ten who were hot enough to be on the cover, so they had to pull someone from the SEC,” she quipped.

ZOWIE! It takes a special kind of person to be on the cover of Playboy: you have to be willing to be naked, airbrushed to within an inch of your life, stripped of all your personal hair through various heinous methods, and must have undergone a procedure to insert plastic bags of saline into your chest. (Gullible. Apes.)

You said titties? Please, go on.

Obviously, we have two points totally unrelated to the obvious “school poontangery supremacy” argument, one we find noxious for many, many tiresome reasons. (more…)