Now, I could have told them that their three rolls of blubber that you could hide small toys in were offensive to me. Or I could have ripped into the hipster wearing skinny jeans and a woman’s shirt with bangles, informing him it all was appalling to my testosterone fog -- but I didn’t.
To me, broadly speaking, if I don’t have to pay for it or applaud it, to each his bloody own. And therein lies the difference between Progs and liberty-minded folks: the former are only cool with you doing whatever you want to do as long as it’s something they’ve approved.
Oh, by the way, the offended trio didn’t even live in our community, but dag-nabbit, they were going to enforce their ways upon me.