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Air Travel Past and Future

Thanks to the Testicle Bomber (“O Testicle Bomber, O Testicle Bomber, how crispy is your nut sac?”), air travel will be that much more unpleasant for the foreseeable future. In case anyone needs a reminder of how far we have fallen when it comes to air travel, let us compare visions of the past and future.

The Past: Behold the world of the 1950s “Stratocruiser”. Canapes, martinis, and room enough to cross your legs and read a full-size newspaper. Stewardesses are friendly and seem to enjoy what they do for a living.

The Future: Once through the full-body scan and cavity search that is the first round of security, all our clothing and belongings are confiscated for the duration of the flight. We are issued one adult diaper (+ one extra if the flight is over 5 hours long), one Slanket/Snuggie and 1-2 Percocet (or other potent narcotic of choice). All passengers are thus rendered comatose for the duration of the flight.

The middle photo in the montage above is misleading: we will not be smiling let alone conscious. Don’t even think of reaching for that electronic device. Your Slanket/Snuggie may well turn that lovely shade of brown however, depending on the load in your adult diaper.

Happy new year and happy travels to all.

Variations on a Theme

While we were on our way to work this morning, looking very St.Joan from Mad Men with our between-the-bosom pendant watch (sorry, we don’t own a gold pen… yet), we spotted a member of generation hoodie heading south to deepest SOMA dressed in the t-shirt version of this:

(which is available here. Only $20 with $5 going to charity! Get one now!)

This, of course, is a variation on the well-known British WWII poster “Keep Calm and Carry On”. Notice it’s brethren “Freedom is in peril. Defend it with all your might.” and “Your courage, your cheefulness, your resolution, will bring us victory.” don’t have quite the same appeal. Perhaps it’s the Eau de Orwell they’re wearing?

Well, since a box-load of these old posters were found a few years ago in an attic somewhere in England, variations on the theme abound (keep hitting reload, there’s another 5 every few minutes…). We’ve culled some of our favorites from around the Web.

Possibly even more British than the original:

The Bushian response to 9/11:

The meme-on-meme: 


The Gen-Xer (I presume…):

The Contrarian:

The (tasty, tasty) Pavlovian:

But really, in the end, this about sums it up.

That is all. Over and out.

Don't Get Your Spanx in a Twist

We enjoy our daily dose of Gawker and there was a precious gem today. Who knew that Spanx was causing such an uproar? We overlooked how odd it was that this appeared on Gawker’s umbrella site rather than on Jezebel where all things estrogen-y and self-loathing are relegated and just enjoyed the lively commentary. MisterHippity, always a treat, posted this:

(via MisterHippity)

To which Naugahydeinplainsight replied:

No thanks, said Manx,
I won’t wear Spanx.
They’re known to bind,
In ways unkind.
And if you have an itch,
they’re a serious bitch.
You wouldn’t you ask a doggie,
Or a Hippity-hoppity froggie.
So don’t call me wussy,
I’m a liberated pussy.

To which we add: We agree. We are spanx-free.