1) A public school teacher was concerned that the mother of one her (yes, I’m presuming the teacher is a female, I’m old school that way … so sue me) charges was a stripper and didn’t dismiss the image as depicting an empowered woman engaged in performance art. Fascinating.
2) I wonder if the teacher will now create a petition attacking the [b]EVIL[/b] American Corporation for price gouging, and exploiting their hourly employees by putting them in such a stressful situation.
Side note when I was in middle school I had an English teacher (no I will not say her name) who in the summer worked as an exotic dancer at a well known strip club out here, it was a pretty big scandal. Nothing like putting a stacked stripper in a class with a bunch of boys in the middle of puberty. Needless to say there were a lot of boys walking around with their books held over their bad place. The guys in here know what I’m talking about.
Agreed Lars. There are few things worse than the voice change, women cannot appreciate the special little bit of hell that is. All of the men in my family have very deep voices myself included (I do an excellent impression of John from The Green Mile) and of course when you are going through “the change” you alternate between the squeaky high voice and the new low voice with lots of pops in between. Honestly there was about a year or so where I sounded beyond ridiculous.
Home Depot, yeeaaah, riiiiiiight.
Random thoughts:
1) A public school teacher was concerned that the mother of one her (yes, I’m presuming the teacher is a female, I’m old school that way … so sue me) charges was a stripper and didn’t dismiss the image as depicting an empowered woman engaged in performance art. Fascinating.
2) I wonder if the teacher will now create a petition attacking the [b]EVIL[/b] American Corporation for price gouging, and exploiting their hourly employees by putting them in such a stressful situation.
My cub scout den mother (the mother of one of my classmates) was a topless dancer.
Never mind the presuming thing …. “Mrs. Jones” … duh
That is one hell of a big shovel.
Side note when I was in middle school I had an English teacher (no I will not say her name) who in the summer worked as an exotic dancer at a well known strip club out here, it was a pretty big scandal. Nothing like putting a stacked stripper in a class with a bunch of boys in the middle of puberty. Needless to say there were a lot of boys walking around with their books held over their bad place. The guys in here know what I’m talking about.
My middle school English teacher was Sister Mary Barbara.
I don’t know how she spent her summers.
Being a teenage boy is bad enough all by itself. That’s my definition of Hell, I think. Seventh Grade.
Agreed Lars. There are few things worse than the voice change, women cannot appreciate the special little bit of hell that is. All of the men in my family have very deep voices myself included (I do an excellent impression of John from The Green Mile) and of course when you are going through “the change” you alternate between the squeaky high voice and the new low voice with lots of pops in between. Honestly there was about a year or so where I sounded beyond ridiculous.