Anything just a little bit out of place is a police matter apparently. I love it when weird stuff like this happens, but someone has to come along and decide it's too weird and do something about it.
This is nothing compared to the Russian Doll Roast, which starts with an olive inside an Ortolan and ends with a bustard. It dates back to the nineteenth century, takes 28 hours to cook and is an absolutely horrible idea in every aspect.
I don't think that advertising has a lot to do with the toys that boys and girls play with. My sister and I didn't watch television when we were little, and still I liked to play with cars and my sister liked dolls. Now that we're grown up I like to tinker with junker Volvos and my sister likes to design dresses.
I think sexism actually got a little worse in the fifties and sixties.
As ridiculous as it may seem, the contraption does seem to be able to propel the runner to a greater speed than that which he'd be able to achieve otherwise. Not entirely useless.
Well, I ran out of money last Monday, and I get paid this Monday, so we'll find out. But of course, I tend to stockpile. It'll be months before I reach the back of my larder.
The guy behind the counter at Starbucks did not write the menu, nor set the prices, nor did he decide that Starbucks coffee beans must be burnt to a crisp. He pours coffee. That's his job.
We already have such things in fluorescent versions, but they take forever to warm up, go flickery after a few months and you're not allowed to throw them out because they contain mercury vapor.
I think sexism actually got a little worse in the fifties and sixties.