What I find fascinating still, it that all the grief was directed at Interbike. If you believe their apology tweet, then all this outrage should have been redirected at the sock company actually responsible. Aside from a few mentions on social media and some stuff on their FacePage (or their other FacePage), not a whole lot of that action. Seen it before, we'll see it again. Social media is pretty harsh and hasty when doling out punishment once it finds a whipping boy.
But wait. I see Amanda Batty has taken the fight to where it (probably) belongs. Good on her for that.
I should stick to doing what I do best, which is pretending that I'm doing something important. Which I'm not.
Hopefully I haven't pissed off every woman who owns a bike, because I'm still hoping that I might get some unwanted beer tickets at this weekend's Fool's Gold race.
Shit. I'm not saying women can't drink, don't deserve beer, shouldn't drink, owe me anything...
So hard to not step on toes when you're not looking down...
Damn it. I'm not saying I look down on women.
Shit again. I just didn't wanna dilute my chances at getting extra beer tickets by eliminating half the possible donors. I need to hire a new PR and social media guy.
Maybe Saturday is my last race of 2015. Assuming I don't do Single Dare.
or the Lula Lake Land Trust 5-Points 50
or some random cross race. There's a lot of them... coming.
Of much more excite, Interbike announced that something cool is coming to my world.
I have time to decide if I want to beg the few industry insider douchebags that still talk to me (especially now that I'm a misogynistic, knuckle-dragging ape) for credentials to get into the "trade days," or just be treated like a regular, annoying consumer and test ride bikes, take stickers, and barter for t-shirts... ones that don't represent women as objects... but ones that accentuates my few positive physical attributes while hiding my mostly negative parts so when other people look at me, they perceive what they see as attractive... of course.
I wish this event was going on right now, in case I might make a regrettable decision like I often times do every time I forget the last one I made.
But right now, racing.
Then relax, try and not get (too) fat, lazy trips to the mountains and what have me. Maybe try to not piss so many people off. Some day that woman I piss off might be the nurse with my life in her hands...
I'm not saying women can't be doctors. It's just that the doctor isn't in the room that much and the nurse has so much of the follow-up care in her/his hands...
Late edit: Yeth, there was some moronic babble in my comments yesterday. Sorry, but I just don't delete comments UNLESS they're attacking an individual. Except me. My skin is thick...
I'm not saying women have thin skin... fuck me. Where's my PR guy??