There's a moose, loose, aboot the hoose

Noticed this last week and a posting by Obnoxio about boot faced women reminded me about this little earth shaking item:-

Apparently a beauty contest happened at the LSE. Nowt wrong with a beauty contest thinks I, we're all supposed to be living in a modern world where women can still be empowered and show a little leg at the same time (or something...) And anything to keep those student wastrels out of the bars for a while has got to be a good thing?
But the grenham common milly-tant brigade are wheeling out all the old arguments about it debasing women, sexist bastards, blah-blah-blah.

But here's a thing, while those taking part in the contest appear to scrub up well (a quick check of the daily mails site turns up a photos which I couldn't possibly link to.... Oh fuck it) , there was also a photo of the protesters in the torygraph that day, and aside from the odd fat lad hanging around hoping he might pull a minger as he's failed with everyone else, it looks like it's mostly comprised of women who've been chasing parked cars. And look, they've even got a bedsheet banner based on their socialist worker cut-out n'keep "slogans for commies" supplement. Bless.

A herd of angry moose

"Elly James, women's officer at the School of Oriental and African Studies, said: "It's like a cattle market. One of the things was that the contestants had to have their waists and breasts measured. I come from quite a rural area and that's what they do to animals."

Now I appreciate that they do things differently for example in Wales, but I spent some time out in the countryside as a kid and stayed on a farm during the summer, and never once did I see any farmer, farm hand or farm wench measuring up a sheeps waist or a pigs tittys. Maybe I was hanging round in the wrong places - but I'm sure I would have heard about it by now, the internet's not that big.

Why do they get so worked up for gods sake - I accept that somewhere out there are a few men who will be better looking, more virile and with better bodies than I; but I don't feel the need to paint slogans on my bedsheets and parade around (plus a banner with "gorgeous men fuck off" on it makes me out to be a bit gay really....)

Get a grip.