Chyna and Prince both died last Thursday. Much like everything else in her life, Chyna’s death was quickly overshadowed by more important media topics and she was forgotten within hours of the news of her death. Prince is much more respected and known on a global level, so Chyna was left in the dust. This is wrong. Prince writes and performs catchy songs. He also changed his name to a symbol, treated everyone around him like shit, harasses strangers in the name of Jehovah, believed himself to be above the concept of gender, and refuses to let people make eye contact with him. On the other side you have Chyna, a pro wrestler who coped with an abusive young age by working out and getting ripped to the point where she could beat the shit out of her tormentors. On top of that, she went on to achieve her dreams, went through multiple surgeries that were actually needed for her to look human, and had a new type of breast implant invented so even muscular girls could still get them. She made it ok for girls to feel good about being powerful and muscular by posing in playboy, and by all accounts has been a delight to work with throughout everything. Fuck Prince, Chyna really was the 9th wonder of the world. I will honor her memory by jerking off to her porno with X-Pac, and try to ignore that her clitoris is bigger than my dick.
You should Boycott Target. Why? Because they’re supporting transgendered people with their bathroom policies. Thus, women are now at risk of harassment in the restrooms. One woman is calling for a boycott of Target because she thinks it’s insane to allow this; men dressed as women could come in and take pictures, make comments, and just generally make them feel uncomfortable. Well, most of us already feel that way around them in public places, so why not the bathroom as well? I suppose perverts and upskirt snappers could be a risk, so I propose a different solution: we all shit in one giant bathroom where every toilet is out in the open. No stalls. Good luck sneaking an upskirt now, jackass. Your ding-a-ling is showing.
Getting followers on social media is hard… but less so if you live-stream your friend getting raped. It turns out that people will tune in for that. One nice young lady live-streamed her friend getting raped, and got caught up in all the followers and likes and didn’t stop live-streaming it. When you sell your soul, you should at least demand a good chunk of change. Selling it for more followers makes it seem like you’re not a very good negotiator. You’re worth more than that; the ability to completely sell your friend out to a lifetime of therapy and fear of men is a gift that is rare indeed. Know your worth.