It’s all about priorities

Cause the only way to respect your body is to wait for someone to pay for it. By this logic, I wonder if it’s cool to have oral in exchange for some earrings.
Via Shakespeare’s Sister.

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  • Barbara P

    There are things worse than having to see that sign on a web site. Imagine if you lived in the house behind the sign. I might accidentally go sleepwalking with a chainsaw one night…

  • norbizness

    Cedar Rapids, represent, represent!

  • Avalon

    Ugh. Just another way of reinforcing the whole “if I give her something shiny she’ll put out” belief.

  • TPrice

    The word bling is very disturbing. It confuses the issue of commitment with money and security.
    You can BUY money and security. In life, you can’t buy true commitment. The billboard is an example of the right message with a horrible tone and implication. The designers of the ad weren’t thinking.

  • Ann

    This is almost as good as my all-time favorite Iowa abstinence billboard:
    “If you think you’re fat now, wait ’til you’re pregnant.”
    I’m not kidding.

  • JesusJonesSuperstar

    that is the funniest fucking billboard i ahve ever seen.

  • tfreridge

    If you really have to wonder, Jessica, I’ve got some earrings with your name on them.
    Sorry. I couldn’t resist.

  • Kelz

    I feel horribly cheated. I should have like 150,000 diamond rings by now. WTF.

  • Carmen Govani

    Most city-dwellers experience the barrage of noise as a soundwall which prevents us from hearing distance, space and the more subtle exchanges among humans or animals. Transport vehicles are the worst: large trucks, buses, cars, aircraft, trains and motorcycles all produce excessive noise. As does construction equipment such as jackhammers, bulldozers, drills, grinding machines, dumper trucks, piledrivers and cranes.
    Air conditioning provides a constant background whirr and computers an electrical hum. So the noise of global transactions is a broadband hum. Shops have foreground and background music. Even in the suburbs we have lost the art of silence; gardening equipment grinds, grates and whirrs. Overwhelming everything is the big petrochemical roar of the car, but we do not notice it anymore.
    We cannot afford to. We must adapt as a function of self-protection. We are selectively attentive – we try to hear what we want to hear and we filter out noise. This is white noise, the total sum of all noise, the noise we take for granted.
    If we didn’t, we would go mad. Look at people in the noisy city. They knit their brows, they squint their eyes and pucker their lips in a fixed position to shield themselves from and to ward off the sounds of the city.