While I love One Sentence Political Post Wednesday as much as the next girl - I mean, what's not to love about it, right? - and I tip my shoplifted vintage jet tiara to Lorianne for the stellar work she does around here herding cats and their associated mustelidae, sometimes this place feels a little...
Anyway, I was thinking it might be fun if we brought a hallowed though slightly icky OS tradition to the occasionally overly-serious and far too rarely besmirched pages of Our Salon. In these disturbing and soon to be post-apocalyptic times it seems to me that a little escapism, or at least a reach around, might not be a bad thing, so, without further ado, let the smirching begin.
fuck me, feed me, mother me
then shut up, says he