I am a man. I am a white, hetero, cis-gendered, male human being. Apparently that puts me at the very bottom of the social hierarchy these days. I like women. Women have tits. I like tits. There....I said it! Bring on the social justice warriors and their keyboard judge and jury. Guilty as charged. 

So I should forewarn you that the following pictures are of tits. Women’s tits. You should not look at these tits. These women could be the victims of ongoing male oppression, and viewing these tits makes you just as cuplable as all the men who stand accused of sexually deviant behaviour. Stand in solidarity with all women who are victims #MeToo!

I repeat - Do not look at these tits! 

Er......nevermind.....

Just an adivsory to everyone that starting Thursday, Feb 1 - 2018 we have shifted BHON events by a week. For those working for the board, that means BHON nights will now be back on your payweek schedule (I think?) - LOL Who the fuck knows how this works anymore? Hah! 

PS - I have nothing else interesting to say at this time so here’s Katy Perry’s tits to look at!

Over the Christmas holidays I spent some time binge watching a lot of retro tv series, including the classic WKRP in Cincinnatti. I’d forgotten what a smartly written gem the show truely was, not to mention the sheer amount of great music that was featured over the years that it aired.

Another thing I remembered was the ongoing debate at the time about which of show’s two female characters was hotter - the blonde bombshell station secretary Jennifer Marlowe, played by Loni Anderson, or the shy and booksmart journalism major Bailey Quarters, played by Jan Smithers.

Much like the Ginger/Mary-Ann dyad of Gilligan’s Island, the two represented opposite sides of the spectrum. You have the glamourous blonde with the big boobs and even bigger hair vs the girl-next-door in suspenders and geeky glasses. But unlike the stereotypical female characters of the era, both were written as smart and articulate women, often the voices of reason amongst their male counterparts.

So which was your favourite?    

As any avid motorcycle rider will attest, the sport is not without its risks. There are certainly some shitty riders out there, but more importantly, there are a LOT more shitty motorists sharing the road with them. Our own BHON president, Mike B tangled with an SUV earlier this past week and we are happy to report he escaped relatively unscathed with only a broken collarbone. It surely could have been far worse!

A reminder to all riders out there - be safe, be seen. And to all motorists, put down the goddamn cellphone and pay attention to the road. No one wants to bounce off your windshield and become another statistic.