So I had to cover a scrapbook for the Lad’s schoolwork. “No problem”, sez I. “I have to go to the Post Office anyway”, sez I. “I’ll just grab some while I’m there,” sez I.
So I went to the Post Office, picked up my parcel of soapmaking gear, then moseyed on over to the section with the ConTact and ConTact-like-substances to see what they had. There were block colours of red, white, and black; I grabbed some red.
I wanted some with pictures, too. The only option here was the Rip Curl branded stuff, and I thought to myself, I thought, “Mm, that’ll make a change from Batman, Superman, and Thomas the Tank Engine.”
All I could see from the outside of the roll was a sliver of this sort of picture:
People doing active beachy things? Cool. So I grabbed that.
And then I got home, and turned it over, and measured it out, and cut it, and started to cover the book, only seeing the grid on the inside of the roll at this point. It was shitty-arse ConTact-like-substance, and it ripped, and I swore at it, and then I saw what was on the rest of the roll. Lots of these sorts of pictures.
[not deliberately headless; the roll was cut off at that point.]
Because what we really want to be doing in primary school (or high school, for that matter) is encouraging boys to be carrying around and slavering over images of thin young white women in bikinis. That’ll really contribute to reducing the issue of schools as a hostile environment for girls, won’t it? TOTALLY TUBULAR, DUDES.
And now I have fucking sticky stuff all over my fingers. Gack.