When you dress like a ghoul, ghouls will try to get in your pants.

Has everybody seen the media articles about the reasonably attractive blonde who was asked to leave a Southwest Airlines flight because of how she was dressed? If not, let me describe the scenario: Said female gets on plane and is approached by Southwest employee. Employee tells female that she was dressed to provacatively and needed to take a later flight. Female protests, adjusts her clothing, and is allowed to take flight.

How was she dressed? Well, nothing too trashy, but she clearly dressed in a way to draw attention to herself. You would argue otherwise? Well, our blonde was wearing a white denim mini-skirt, short enough that if she were to bend over past 45 degrees, you would probably see foliage and early morning dew. Her top consisted of a skin tight short shirt to accentuate her tits, followed by a half sweater opened at the top to let her tits out and buttoned by one button under her cleavage. To describe her clothing, it was more along the lines of what a woman would wear to go out to a club to pick up men.

Now, here is the laughable part of the whole thing. It really would not have mattered to me about her apparel, and I would probably have cast an admiring glance her way, but in her complaint, she said that she was embarrassed and the scolding she received from the employee drew everybody's attention to her! No, Bimbette. The employee did not draw attention to you. Your slut attire drew attention to you.

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This here is my Japanese I-400 aircraft carrying submarine. I usually build WW2 1/48 scale aircraft, but I needed a change of pace, so I built a 1/700 scale sub. The base is Milliput sculpting putty, painted with a thick coat of dark blue and a dry brushing of light blue and white. The sub was actually the largest submarine of WW2, and was designed to carry two specially built Seiran floatplanes in a watertight hanger to a location close US targets and bomb them.