Something fishy is going on around here.
I'm pretty sure there's a man behind it.
Yesterday, after work, I went shopping. I had a mall gift certificate and I wanted to buy some short sleeved shirts for summer.
As I was walking around in Macy's---just browsing, I WAS SUDDENLY ALMOST BLINDED when this mannequin's nipples threatened to poked my freakin eyes out:
A few minutes later, I rounded another corner in the store and BAM! More mannequin nipples to the face:
Seriously, dudes! What in the perverted frick is going on around here? Have I been living under a rock or something? I don't remember seeing this shit in department stores before? Do you?
And you know what kind of ticks me off? I just happen to have biggish boobs. AND? It is now air conditioning season here in Rhode Island (92 degrees today), which means that I usually spend my days trying to PLAY DOWN my hooters by keeping my nipples out of the direct paths of cool breezes, lest I have men drooling all over my friggin shoes like horny pigs. Oink, oink.
So, basically, what I want to know is WHAT douchecanoe at Macy's thinks that women, like me, are going to walk by their pervy mannequins and say, "OMG! That shirt is simply NIPPLETASTIC! I think I'll buy TEN! One in every color! Whoo hoo!"
Seriously, Macy's dudes.
Blog Addendum: After my stroll in Nippleville, I headed to the men's department to look at their mannequins. And you know what? I couldn't find ONE with an accentuated weiner. That's what I call BULLSHIT, my friends.