Imagine paying full price then learning that another group of people get in free or at a significant discount solely on the basis of their gender. Sounds sexist? Well, that’s exactly why one lawyer is suing night clubs who have ladies’ night (and lost):
Men sick of having to pay full price at bars and nightclubs where women get discounts on “ladies’ night” have failed to win sympathy from a federal appeals court, which ruled this week that such promotions don’t violate the U.S. Constitution.
A self-described “anti-feminist” lawyer, Roy Den Hollander, sued over ladies’ night drink specials at several New York clubs, arguing that they discriminate against men. The case went to the 2nd Circuit Court of Appeals in Manhattan, where judges ruled against Den Hollander on Wednesday.
“The guys are paying for girls to party. I don’t think that’s fair,” Den Hollander told the New York Daily News, vowing to escalate his case to the U.S. Supreme Court. “It’s a transfer of money from the wallets of guys to the pocketbooks of girls.”
Inspired by the 1978 disco hit “I Will Survive”, the lyrics were rewritten to proclaim support for libraries, particularly under the stress of tight budgets. It begins with a send-up of a typically hectic day in the life of a professional librarian. You can skip to 6:05 for the music video. Thanks to the Central Rappahannock Regional Library for making this fine video.
This also reminds me of an old forum post…. Support your local library.
In New York City, an advertising executive recently handed over her American Express Platinum Card to a homeless Manhattan man after he had asked her for change. The man, who had been without home after losing a job, used the card to buy $25 worth of deodorant, water and cigarettes. And then he returned the card.
Concerns over the wisdom of sharing of credits cards and credit card fraud aside, the unlikely encounter became a talking point — a feel-good story about, as the New York Post put it in a headline: “A bum you can trust — honest!”
The stunt has been condemned by animal rights groups as “cheap marketing tactics”. Twelve bottles of The End Of History ale have been made and placed inside seven dead stoats, four squirrels and one hare. And at 55 per cent volume, its makers claim it is the world’s strongest beer.
A taxidermist in Doncaster worked on the animals, which were not killed for bottling the new drink, with some having been killed on the roads. Outfits featured on some of the animals include a kilt and a top hat.
So what will you see in the following pictures? Well the house had one master bedroom, with fireplace, walk in closet, attached huge bathroom with sunken tub overlooking the back yard, double sinks, etc. Four additional bedrooms with attached baths. An 8 car garage. An enourmous TV room with tiger striped carpet. A huge pool with all kinds of extras. A nice patio. A basket ball court with a Tyson logo on the surface and bleachers. Tiger cages for Mike’s pet Tigers. A dining room with a faux gold ceiling. TVs, stereo equipment, etc… all kinds of cool stuff. There are three pages including this one… Enjoy!
Your pants have been deceiving you for years. And the lies are compounding: The pants manufacturers are trying to flatter us. And this flattery works: Alfani’s 36-inch “Garrett” pant was 38.5 inches, just like the Calvin Klein “Dylan” pants — which I loved and purchased. A 39-inch pair from Haggar (a brand name that out-testosterones even “Garrett”) was incredibly comfortable. Dockers, meanwhile, teased “Leave yourself some wiggle room” with its “Individual Fit Waistline,” and they weren’t kidding: despite having a clear size listed, the 36-inchers were 39.5 inches. And part of the reason they were so comfy is that I felt good about myself, no matter whether I deserved it.
