One Step Forward, Two Steps Back

I got all excited about this girl, rocking her bodacious bod in light of American Apparel's condescending and insulting call for plus size lady models. And then today, I was all happy with Rolling Stone for an excellent article about voting, and this is the bullshit I see:

I get it! He's supposed to regret it because she's fat. Right, right, obviously. Fuck you, stupid product I'd never use anyway. As my friend Becky said, "She should regret it because he's a douchebag."

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